Chapter 31. Communication [3]
"...You wanted me to teach you magic, right? Then I'll make damn sure you're a walking disaster by the time you leave."
As those words left Zephy's mouth, Aiden felt his shoulders ease.
"Thank you," Aiden muttered under his breath, barely audible, releasing a quiet sigh.
Despite still feeling awkward about making requests—thanks to his mother's strict upbringing—his past life memories hadn't only brought him pain.
They had also brought him his grandmother's teachings.
His mother had taught him to be proud of his heritage, to never bow down to anyone. His grandmother, on the other hand, had taught him humility—to treat everyone with respect.
The two teachings couldn't be more opposite, yet neither was wrong.
"So, tell me—how many elements can your soul convert from the surrounding mana?" Zephy asked, reverting to his smaller, cuter form—the one Aiden called 'Ephy.'
"Why'd you change back into 'Ephy'?" Aiden asked calmly, as Zephy perched on his shoulder and silently healed the wounds Aiden had inflicted on himself from digging his nails into his skin.
"This form's just more relaxing. I can perch wherever I like and don't gotta deal with as much crap," Zephy said, tilting his head. The motion might've looked cute, but his gravelly voice killed any such illusion.
"Anyway, back to the topic. How many elements?" Zephy gruffed.