195 – Drawing Study
“Now, what is this?”
As I said that, I asked while pointing at the object I was holding in one hand with the other.
Hayangi, who was staring at my gestures, replied.
“Chocolate.”
“Okay. You can eat it.”
“Yum.”
Well well. I felt proud to see Hayang eating so deliciously.
Training is progressing smoothly. It still seems like a long way to go though.
Still, it seems like I’m learning well day by day, so it won’t take too long to reach my goal.
It was not yet at the stage of teaching horses. In fact, the communication just now was closer to talking through the action of pointing a finger rather than words.
Basic words. For example, they were only able to understand each other’s names such as Krona and Hayangi, or basic commands such as ‘hand’, ‘eat’, and ‘wait’. Add chocolate to it and it’s perfect.
To put it simply, the present Whiteyi was at a similar stage to that of a little stupid puppy.
It understands simple commands and communication, but it was still premature to engage in complex interactions that only smart dogs can achieve.
I don’t know when I’ll be able to make a decent person like this.
You have to teach Hayang as soon as possible so that you can directly ask questions and solve questions.
I was immersed in my thoughts for a while, but then Whitey stared at me as if she had eaten all the chocolate before I knew it.
“Huh? What’s the matter?”
It was a look that wanted something. Even if I wanted to know what this meant, I kept sticking with him, so I could guess what he wanted just by looking at his facial expression.
Are you asking for another chocolate immediately after eating? While pondering over and over again to find out Hayang’s intentions, he soon noticed what he wanted.
“Come on. Are you done now?”
I forgot to pet him. Originally, stroking and praising with chocolate in the name of reward after an order became a habit and ended up being tied into a set.
Thanks to that, even when I give you chocolate instead of a command, I always wait like this for you to pet me.
Hayangi closed her eyes and accepted my touch, like a cat.
I laughed at the cute reaction for a while, but when I remembered how much longer this situation would have to continue, I let out a sigh.
The biggest problem is that Hayang is too quiet.
I’m pretty sure I know a few words, at least a little. In particular, even though he must have known my name, he never called me by my first name.
What is the difference between a puppy and a baby?
From noble mtl dot com.
Compared to adults, both of them have less developed intelligence, making complex communication impossible.
However, while puppies cannot speak, babies can babble.
At first, they babble like mother and mother, and then they gradually become able to say complex words.
Indeed, if a baby speaks at a slower than average pace, her parents will be in for a treat.
Because you can learn and grow properly only when you open up your speech and communicate with your parents.
In that sense, in a way, the current Hayang may have degenerated from the first time we met.
At first, I didn’t know what I was saying, but I’ve been copying everything.
After I started training, I became overly reticent.
It can’t go on like this. Feeling desperate that something needs to change, I brought my secret weapon.
“Hayangah. It is a book.”
I will become a picture book by name.
Originally, I was going to bring a children’s book, but when I thought about it, Hayang hadn’t properly learned the concept of painting, let alone writing. No matter how interesting a story I tell you, what’s the use if you don’t understand it?
So I decided to start with picture books. To be honest, since Hayang is not an ordinary baby, I wasn’t sure if it would work, but there’s nothing wrong with trying it.
The class that started like that was somewhat subtle.
“This is a sparrow. Tweet.”
“·······.”
Hayangi doesn’t show any reaction even when he sees the picture of a sparrow.
“It is the sun. Hmm···.”
Looking at the picture of the sun, I was at a loss as to how to explain it.
Yes. This mirror world is a place without any life.
A place where not even time passes and only night lasts forever.
The elements that are taken for granted in the real world are nothing more than fantasy beings that Hayangi, who lives here, has never seen before.
Trying to teach a concept that you wouldn’t be able to understand with a single picture, even if you told me what you actually saw and felt, couldn’t be done properly.
The moment I tried to close the picture book because I felt sorry for myself, who hadn’t thought of such an obvious thing.
Hayang, who hadn’t responded so far, for the first time slightly pushed his head forward and started to show interest in the painting.
“This is…”
It is none other than a clock that was drawn on the page I turned by chance.
I continued the painting class with the mindset of just in case.
“This is a watch. Tick tock.”
Hayangi, who was staring at the painting, suddenly stood up and ran somewhere.
I was startled and hurriedly followed. A girl came out of the top floor of the clock tower and was looking at a huge clock.
Then he pointed at the large watch just as I had pointed at the chocolate.
“Right. That’s a watch.”
There are not many things that can be directly seen in the mirror world, but the watch must have a special meaning as it is part of the house Hayangi lived in.
No, maybe that’s not the end.
Hayangi is a person who transcends time. Also, this clock tower where she stays was obviously an unusual place from the inside of her. The huge clock in front of her may also have a special meaning.
I stared blankly at the motionless watch, deep in thought.
Will there come a day when time will pass in this mirror world someday?
If that happens, what will happen to Hayangi?
In the end, unless Hayang is a god, he won’t be able to live forever.
No, can a transcendental person live forever? In fact, she didn’t even know what transcendentalism was, so there was no way she would answer that she was thinking about it alone.
I vaguely thought I could just ask Hayang, but it seems like it will take more time than I thought to do so. Until then, should I just live in a frustrating state without knowing anything?
Isn’t there another way though?
The Goddess can’t do it, and the operator and the chief engineer don’t seem to give a proper answer.
There is a high probability that the others do not even know the existence of transcendental beings.
‘Wait a minute…’
Come to think of it, there was one more person.
It was doubtful whether she would listen to my request, but it was also true that it seemed more likely than her previous options.
Okay. Let’s try it.
***
I never thought I’d come back to this place while I was still alive.
Because the things I left in this lake were things, I promised myself that I wouldn’t even come near this place until I died of old age.
Well, there’s still a lot of storage time left anyway, so there shouldn’t be any big problems.
Thanks to the Transcendental’s concept of time being quite different from that of humans, it’s at least at a decent level until my 10th generation descends.
Now that I think about it, aren’t transcendents just immortal like gods?
As I was thinking of a fairly plausible reasoning, a calm wave started from the middle of the lake, and soon she appeared.
The Lady of the Lake. Hearing her name makes you wonder what she is, but when you start listing the stories related to her, most heroes can’t even give you a business card.
The most representative is, of course, the legend of King Arthur.
She was the original owner who gave the famous Excalibur to King Arthur.
“Hmm. You guy… Is it already the return period!? Good night! Take it quickly!”
“No! Hurry up and put it in!”
I managed to dry and calm her, who was about to pop out of her lake and throw her angel’s trumpet as soon as she saw me.
No matter how transcendental, the angel’s trumpet, which is the key to John’s Apocalypse, seems burdensome to possess. hahahaha, since it’s the scale of the end of the world, is it natural?
Putting her trumpet back into the lake, she grunted and asked her business.
“If you didn’t come to get it back, what kind of face did you come to shamelessly? Foolish human bastard.”
“There is something I want to ask the spirit.”
She listens to my answer and snorts her.
“Ha. Do you think I look easy when I do a favor? Does this body seem benevolent enough to suit your trivial questions and answers?”
Befitting a transcendentalist, he is extremely arrogant.
Come to think of it, was it like this when we first met? For some reason, the woman at the lake who remained in my memory was much more bewildered.
[Vivian. I hope you don’t be too harsh on my child.]
“Hey! Hey, Goddess!? Still that bastard… No, you were with the young master?!”
In an instant, his status was elevated from a bastard to a young master.
I’ve felt it before, but what the hell is the relationship between the two of them, and they’re so low-key?
Anyway, her name was Vivian. It was a familiar name that I had heard before.
You may come back next time, so you should remember it.
With the help of the goddess who came out at the right time, Vivian became friendly in an instant.
“Yes. What’s our business?”
I hesitated for a while and asked her.
“Can you tell us about the transcendent?”