25 Meeting - Part 3

"... He is in the knife," the Immortal furrowed his brows. "'Summoned into' was not a mistake, I see."

Krys shook his head.

"We... were hoping you could send him back?" Jach requested.

'I want to go home,' Kyvas stated.

The Immortal stood up and walked to a different desk. He opened up a notebook and floated a quill into an ink bottle and then into his hand.

"So, the conscience of a person," he mumbled as he wrote. "Too morally unsound to be a candidate for the stabiliser."

'Wait,' Kyvas exclaimed. 'Are you trying to figure out how to make the knife? Right now? What about sending me back?'

Kyvas felt a slap on his hilt. He turned to see Krys shake his head and give him a glare, while Jach—also sporting a glare—put a finger on his lips.

"... And too irritating." The Immortal continued. He stopped writing and peered at Kyvas. For a moment, mana entered his eyes, making them glow in Kyvas' vision. "No discernible pattern for the conscience either. Will need to perform more tests."

Kyvas stared at the Immortal. He really was more interested in the knife, wasn't he?

The Immortal flew Kyvas into his hands.

'NO!' Kyvas complained. 'I'm not here for-'

He lost the ability to speak once again. He could only glare at the Immortal's eye roll. A set of runes appeared beside his hand once again. The magic probe sent shivers down his spine. An overwhelmingly nauseous and unsettling shiver. Kyvas wanted to kill whoever had created that spell.

"... Interesting." The Immortal wrote some notes regarding Kyvas. Reading them, Kyvas found that his conscience was something akin to an enchantment, albeit one with some parts that were ever shifting.

"Where are you from?" The Immortal asked and pointed at a map on the wall.

Kyvas gave him a blank stare. First off, he didn't believe that Kyvas from another world. And then he wanted Kyvas to answer. How the hell was he supposed to answer when he couldn't even speak?

'You're unbelievable...' He muttered.

"You're a dagger," the Immortal retorted. "Where do you live?"

'Wha- when did I-'

"Location."

Kyvas stared at the Immortal. 'Did you make me st-'

He lost his ability to speak again. The Immortal looked at him and shook his head.

"Where is he from?" The Immortal turned to Jach and Krys.

"From a different world. One without magic," Krys replied.

"And Firrien went on yearly fishing trips to Elihar." The Immortal retorted. Kyvas couldn't figure out what he meant by that, and by the looks on the Jafferi's faces, they didn't either. Whatever it was, it certainly sounded sarcastic.

"I'll let you speak once more." The Immortal turned to Kyvas. "Tell me where you're from."

Kyvas grumbled. He did not like the Immortal. Why did all the new people he met today have to be such pricks? He was sure this guy would not believe in him, even if he said it out loud. Maybe with some context, though, he would be more inclined to believe in him.

Kyvas sent over the map of Earth and some sights of his neighbourhood. His interrogation by the Jafferi's had helped him decide which views he should send.

'Not from this world,' Kyvas replied.

"Hm..." The Immortal narrowed his eyes.

'...You don't believe me, do you?'

"No."

Kyvas groaned a 'called it' to himself.

The Immortal drew the same runes that he had made before. A wave of nausea struck Kyvas again. His puke-green eyes peered at Kyvas' essence again.

Kyvas couldn't actually tell what colour any of the Immortal's features were. The mana emanating from him made everything look a pale green. Kyvas felt that such a prick must have eyes as disgusting as a puke-like green. Maybe even his skin was actually green. The thought brought some measure of comfort to his nauseous soul.

The Immortal revised his notes. His conscience-pattern-thing was sketched out more accurately. Some new notes were added in a language that was too technical for him. And then the runes were dissipated.

'Son of a-' Kyvas gasped. 'Would you stop that!?'

The Immortal tossed the knife on the table.

"The summoning spell," he extended a hand out.

Jach rushed up to him and handed him some pages summarising the spell. He tried to explain some points, but the Immortal cut him off. He even caught a mistake in Jach's analysis of the spell.

Well, he seemed to be well versed in magic, as one would hope from someone with such a lavish title. Maybe Kyvas could forgive his transgressions for now. As long as he could send him back, of course.

"It's better if you get used to living in a dagger. I can't send you back." The Immortal turned to Kyvas.

'Wait, what?' Kyvas yelled. 'Why?'

No, this couldn't be happening, he had to get out of this place!

"This is only the second spell I've seen that affects the living—two spells in a thousand years." the Immortal huffed. He tapped on the page with the rune drawings.

"A thousand years, and no one has even deciphered telepathy yet. You think I could reverse this in a couple of days?" He smirked.

What was with him? What was with that smirk? Did he just—did his last hope just give up? And was he being smug about it? What the-

'YES?' Kyvas screamed. 'Aren't you the magic bigshot!? The one who knows everything? You're just giving up after seeing the page once?—'

"I said, don't get your hopes up. I'm a researcher, not a miracle worker."

'But- But you're the Immortal!'

The Immortal picked Kyvas up from the table and preventing him from speaking.

"And I'm not all knowing." He looked at the knife. "With what I know right now, the most I can do is track where you're from, and if fate permits it, leave a message there. As for sending you back? That could take a few days if you're lucky, a couple of years if I am lucky, and a few millennia if everything goes as planned.

"I'd suggest you take that path; Maybe visit your home every once in a while. I won't get my hopes too high about returning to your body."

No, no! He couldn't wait, this was already the fourth day! He had thought the Immortal might have been able to send him back that very day, never did he think he would basically tell him to give up on it!

He tried to yell out a protest, but he couldn't. He couldn't speak, it was fruitless.

"I'll send you a message when I find out where he's from," The Immortal turned to Krys and Jach.

"Now leave me be." He waved a hand, and Kyvas was sent floating into Jach's belt. With the telekinesis came a wave of mana that kept Kyvas' speech hindered for a little while more. Kyvas struggled against it, trying to protest. He had to get a word out.

The Jafferis bowed. Jach thanked the Immortal with a wide smile. Kyvas urged his stupid knife body to recover already so that he could scream. The two professors made their way out the door.

'... No!' Kyvas could finally croak out. Jach looked down at him, the door began to close on its own.

'No, no stop! Stop!' Kyvas protested. 'Please, it had to be now! It needs to be now! Help me, or I'll die!'

But the door was already shut.

"... What do you mean by that?" Jach asked.