I Don't Want This Reincarnation [1]

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As I followed the Prophet, I saw a small house built on a wide meadow. Behind the wooden door was an interior that was much larger than it looked on the outside. It seemed that the space control ability was applied to the entire house.

"Here you go."

The Prophet, who led me to the drawing-room, opened the terrace window and beckoned to me. As I approached him, I saw Ha Tae-heon lying in the flower garden over the terrace railing.

"Then can we have a conversation with peace of mind now?"

"...yes."

"Don't worry. I don't intend to hold you for long."

The corners of his eyes were softly folded as he smiled. I asked carefully, looking at his eyes shining in different colours in the sunlight shining on the terrace.

"Since when did you know I was coming?"

"From the moment you set your mind."

The answer that came out without hesitation was that firm. The Prophet, who told me to sit on the sofa when I frowned as I couldn't understand the meaning of the words, put a warm tea of ​​flowers in front of me.

"There are many things I want to ask."

"It seems so."

Red petals floated gently over the pale crimson tea in the cup. The Prophet, who took off his robe and hung it on a hanger, looked at me.

"What you want to know, what you need to know. I can give you all the answers if you want."

"......"

"But we need a price."

As expected. Swallowing dry saliva, I firmly made up my mind.

"What should I give you?"

Noticing that I was nervous, the Prophet raised the corner of his lips slightly and smiled.

"There is absolutely no need to be scared just because of the price. Strictly speaking, it's a transaction. We're exchanging the information I have with the information you have."

"Well. I don't have the information to give you as a transaction."

"I think that's a hasty judgment."

The Prophet, revealing the pure white blouse hidden by his robe, continued to button up near his collarbone.

"You can give me a lot. I will ask two of them in return."

"What is it?"

"Hm, for now."

With his blouse buttoned all the way to the end of his neck, he held out a large, white hand to me.

"Shall we greet each other? Aren't you curious about my name?"

"Ah."

It was then that I realized that I was acting too hastily. I quickly grabbed his hand and nodded my head.

"I'm sorry. What should I call you?"

"Elohim (엘로힘). Simply call me El."

"El."

It was a subtle pronunciation for English. After shaking hands, he gently stroked my hair.

"I want to call you Se-hyun if it's not uncomfortable. Because the name Han Yi-gyeol has already been called enough. Of course, only when there's no one with you. How is it?"

"...then it's all right with me."

"Good."

Elohim treated me as if I was a child. Come to think of it, he even called Ha Tae-heon 'child'. He was probably the only one who could call Ha Tae-heon 'child'.