The merfolk were children of the sea.
The sea was part of them, and they in turn were part of the sea. Among them, Aria and Iser possessed the Authority to interact and communicate with the seas of other dimensions.
And through that sea, Iser caught a familiar scent. The trace of a small, fragile child who somehow resembled sunlight….
“…….”
“Oh! It’s Eunha!”
“…I am Iser.”
Cha Yisol greeted him with delight, leaving Iser so dumbfounded that he had to ask,
“What are you doing?”
“We were doing field training, sir!”
“A field exercise for Sun Church novices should involve many people. Why are only the two of you left?”
“They all ran away!”
“Sigh….”
Iruda, standing beside Cha Yisol, flinched at Iser’s deep sigh. Having abruptly found himself in the miserable position of needing to mind the mood of a human whelp, Iser said,
“From what I can see, your fellow novices abandoned the two of you and fled. Since the only blood I can smell belongs to you two, they must have deliberately intended to place you in danger.”
“Your words are too hard.”
“I would appreciate it if you decided whether you intend to speak politely or casually. In short, it seems the two of you are being ostracized or bullied. I understand that Korea has an expression for it: wangtta.”
“Right? They’re unbelievably mean.”
“At least you do not seem unaware of it.”
Iser swept a merfolk hand through the air and forced the Dungeon’s sea to recede. He had come because he detected a familiar scent in the sea connected to Earth, only to find this. The two of them…