Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

20 - gift gloves

"Miss is amazing." Herdian sighed suddenly. "Heard that kind of news but it looks ordinary. The flow of mana Miss is even very calm. More impressed they're dancing."

Meridian's mood was good because it felt that the arrangement of the novel was not too trashy.

Although in the beginning a lot of his excrement, now it makes a little more sense.

About dying? Why should he think about that?

It's just a novel.

Who knows if he was honorably executed, he woke up from a dream. If only Meridian had not considered Laila's obvious feelings of unwillingness for her character to die to be executed, she had already come to the temple.

But well, Meridian also did not want anything like being honorably executed.

His name was executed where there was honorable.

"I'll take notes in my head. Then, why don't you report me to the temple?"

Herdian smiled 'what can I do to Miss'. "If I say I don't want to hurt or betray Miss, I'm afraid Miss is making a scary expression again. So, I'll give you a more rational reason."

"What?"

"From the beginning, there was a cold war going on between witches and temples."

"What is the dominance?"

"Yes, Miss. They might do it for the sake of world peace, but the pressure they put on witches certainly hurt the pride of all the witches in the world. Obey them honestly hurts. It is for this reason that sometimes there are small rebellions in which witches attack priests. Unfortunately, temples and kingdoms are tied to each other. In exchange for their dominance over witches, the temple allowed political and governmental power to remain in the king's shade."

Laila made this kind of plot? It's unbelievable.

He's the type who thinks a president is elected, so he innocently believes it's a campaign success. He is the type who does not understand the political game.

The hell time he governs power, even conflict between two powers as well as this? Not amazing, indeed, but if Laila, it's amazing.

He just likes handsome guys.

"Miss?"

He once thought that America and Europe were friendly long ago. He was plainly convinced that America was a country developed by Europe as well as a country that represented the progress of Europe.

Just because the language is English.

Then, he once said that America is successful because they are cool and think ahead. So cool, America became recognized as the mecca of the world, became the police of the world, and their money was made as world money.

Meridian even remembers Laila being surprised to learn that pound sterling is not another language of the dollar.

Hence he could not believe this was Laila's world.

Masa, anyway?

Or is Meridian in a world that is not Laila's novel but based on Laila's novel?

Meridian Intent, there are some comics whose plot changes due to bug— interference, namely Meridian itself. Meridian does not believe in reincarnation and believes that small things can change a person's life.

How do they call it? Butterfly effects? Of course he does not believe in time travel and the like. But for example, when you do time travel and then change one small thing in the past, the butterfly effect will make a completely different world because of that little thing.

Meridians, could it be that his presence in this world of opposites changed his history to be more detailed and logical?

He doesn't know. All just a guess.

After all, from the beginning he did not know why he, a modern person, could be summoned to this world.

It still made more sense when he saw a witch circling a magic circle, then said 'we call you to this world to save the kingdom' or something.

"Miss."

Meridian jerks.

Not because of the call, but rather from when, Herdian's face was in front of his face.

He bowed beside the Meridian seat, looking deeply into his eyes while having a serious expression.

Handsome face he is not hypnotizing like Andaru—for sure because he is not the main character or just a second male lead—but still he is handsome.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm just daydreaming." Meridian let out a faint breath. "For now, I'm holding back. Let's talk about the rest next time. Lastly, I'll—what's up?"

Herdian smiles.

Still from the same position.

"Why are you so different? If you are the former, your face will be flushed and stammered. But now you immediately speak calmly as if I don't exist."

Well, how, dad?

Because he's not real.

Okay, he's real and Meridians see him with their eyes.

The problem is, there is a section in the corner of the Meridian head, knowing very well that this person is only a novel character, so it wants to be flanked, still a novel character.

If he was Herdian in the real world, the new Meridians would blush.

"I'm the type to finish my business. So I don't really care about the others." Meridian supports chin. It doesn't matter if she wants to be in that position, because she's the second male lead of a romance novel.

At the end of the movement he was indeed tempting the main character so that his love clapped one hand.

"Put that away first. There's one more thing I want to ask you."

"May I answer in this position?"

"Do as you please." The meridians were even amused because he was fragrant. "What I want to ask you, do you think there is another world besides this one?"

Herdian raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting question. Why is Miss asking?"

"Because if it's true that I'm someone else's soul, doesn't it make more sense that I'm from another world? Because, if I were the soul of a person from this world, I'd just say I'm from country A."

"So you think of me exchanging souls with Meridians?"

Herdian smiled innocently. "I'm sorry. As a magician, thinking about various possibilities in a unique event is a basic principle. But, I didn't say Miss lied."

"Then?"

"No, Miss."

Herdian remained standing there instead of sitting down. But he seems serious enough.

"For thousands of years before the war, even after a thousand years of empire standing, I had never heard anything about another world. Unless it's about the world after death that the temple people teach, or the world where the demons live."

"So that means there is no other world?"

"From what I know, it's unheard of. But I'll find out if Miss wants to."

"Do it." Meridians stood up. He will go home so Herdian can rest. "Ah, too. Simple question. Do you think there's anything outside our sky?"

Herdian. "Miss thinks of unusual things. What do I respond to Miss?"

Unusual, is it?

So in this world there is no knowledge of other planets. In that case, Meridians can thus draw the conclusion that in this world, the general science in his world was not very working.

Laila may not pay much attention to it, because it is normal that romance-fantasy novels do not discuss planets.

"I thank you for your service and your hospitality." Meridian was planning to leave immediately. "See you, Young Master."

But Herdian held his hand for a moment.

It was a bit too fast and interesting again.

"Wait a minute, Miss."

The meridian spontaneously looked at his hand. Why wouldn't he touch the meridians? An adab?

"Yes?"

"I prepared something as a visitation gift. Would Miss take it?"

"sure."

He was even surprised. Although directly using his magic to take the box from their upper floors.

The meridian sees the wind moving away and back with the ornate wooden box.

Instantly he understood. "So your magic isn't teleportation? It's the wind."

Herdian laughed again. "Actually what happened until Miss became so sharp?"

"Is that not something that is easily realized?"

"For beginners, yes. The other ladies praised me for being great at teleportation. In my magic's fastest speed, even the troops think it's teleportation."

Well, he showed it. The wind was also clear, so the Meridians could immediately understand.

"It's nothing, Miss." Herdian opened the box that landed in his hand just now.

Featuring a white glove embroidered with gold, it looks very beautiful with carved iris that seems not embroidered but screened.

"Can Miss wear it?"

"sure." Meridian wears it in confusion. "But why gloves? I mean, what does that mean?"

Herdian placed the box on the table, then grabbed Meridian's hand. "So I can touch Miss."

"Huh?"

Did I not explain my telepathic ability to read someone's mind?

Meridian. "So you need to touch someone directly to read their mind?"

"That's how it is, Miss."

Herdian suddenly bowed. Pecking the back of Meridian's hand. "Great honor entertain you, Nonaku."

Come on, don't be nauseous. He's been hard-earned to take his time.

Appreciate, appreciate.

"Yes, sure. But why did you do it?" Meridian tilting face. "You can read my mind without me knowing if it touches me directly."

"What does Miss want?"

"Said, without my knowledge."

Or does he feel that it is disrespectful?

"There are many reasons." Herdian touched a pinch of Meridian hair and smiled gently. "After all, aren't you affected by Raphael's magic? He told me. Miss woke up shortly after being given a sedative spell."

"Then? Your unique abilities require no mana. That's not magic."

"People with a certain intelligence can block themselves with mana." Herdian put down the hair he touched without even a fingertip touching Meridian's skin. "For example, Your Majesty. He did not know my unique abilities, but on one occasion, His Majesty felt that I was able to read his mind. He guessed it was my wind that detected the mana, so His Majesty did something to the mana until my ability did not work. He's the only person whose mind I can't see even if I touch him."

"so." Meridian is quite satisfied. "alright. Thank you for your time. I'll prepare a reply gift next time."

"I'm looking forward to it."

Meridians did not pay much heed to Herdian's words anymore, because he focused on something else.

Looks like Meiridan has to see Andaru, inevitably.

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