Ryujin?
I could see a woman sitting on a throne, which was at the far end. I looked at the throne. The woman was barefoot, and her lilac hair hung down over her body. She looked at me without a word, but I could hear from his crystal clear eyes, she said, "Father, have you come?"
My blood was boiling when I saw the words that the woman said. I don't know if she spoke the wrong way or my hearing was starting to get disturbed, as a result of this head bumping frequently. But... did that woman really call me 'father' earlier? Seriously? I'm just a fifteen year old teenager. On what basis does the woman who looks more mature call me 'father'? It's just a dream, right?
I have seen many beautiful women in my life. First Okaasan, Suhana, single neighbors and the capital's artists of course. However, I must admit that the beauty of the woman sitting on the throne was something I had never seen before.
A face like this had never existed even in the most beautiful dreams. Wait! Don't think I'm having a crush on her, okay? If Okaasan was still alive, she must be the same age as Okaasan. So, how can I be attracted to a woman who is around my mother's age, you see?
When I saw the look in those purplish iris eyes, I felt a strangeness in myself. I felt the air around me getting thinner when I saw it. Her eyes seemed to keep saying to me, "Father, you have come."
I was surprised when Miryu came patting my shoulder. He approached and whispered, "My Lord, he just used a soul-capturing spell on you. Be careful!"
I was shocked to hear Miryu's words just now. He called me his master. What's all this? Am I stuck now? I shook my head quickly and took a few steps back from where Miryu was. I don't seem to know the figure of this teenager in front of me.
If that teenager wasn't Miryu, then who? What is this really? Anybody! Help me! I want to go home. I wanted to scream like that until my voice was hoarse. But in fact, my voice seemed to catch in my throat. In fact, even to get air I find it difficult.
Miryu seemed to have suspected from my body's demeanor. He patted my head many times. The more I looked into his orange eyes, I didn't find an innocent teenage figure who had a golden voice. Which usually contributes the most songs to our band. Then, who is this figure really? Is it possible ....
"Uncle Ryujin?!" I screamed in disbelief. It was as if I had regained my senses, after being stupefied for a while. So, the one who brought me to this place a long time ago was Uncle Ryujin? Then, for what? This is getting suspicious.
Uncle Ryujin smiled at me, as if confirming that he was indeed Uncle Ryujin. The warm smile he usually wore, why did it look like a hideous grin right now, huh?