Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 134: 134-I Accept Your Gift

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Merlin wasn’t dumb. He knew why Sofia had suddenly become cranky, and it was his fault. The escalation of emotions was a dangerous and tricky thing, if not handled well could develop into something that could burn those involved. Chima had warned him of this, and even though he had planned to listen, things had taken a different turn than he had intended. All hope wasn’t lost, but it was a lot more complicated now. He could just reach for Sofia’s hand now, pull her back, and let it out to her that she should stop thinking about him the way she was. But, he still hesitated. Perhaps it was foolish. But he couldn’t help but consider what would happen to their friendship. It had been far easier confessing to Janeth, than it was to reject another. How did people do that? “You should get your bag,” said Sofia at that moment as they arrived at the hut Merlin had taken for his home for the duration of his stay in the Tower. Her voice was thicker than usual, and lower. Obviously. She was annoyed and confused. Merlin sighed. “All right. I’ll meet you all at the gate.” He turned around and walked into the hut, putting his somber thoughts behind him. And, as if to help him with that, his nose was blessed with a sumptuous smell. Merlin couldn’t quite describe it, but if he was to try his best and make an attempt regardless, he would compare it to the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh bread entangled. His mouth watered. Jung turned around, his golden slitted eyes perusing Merlin for a moment. He was squatting before his hearth, a pot hanging over a fire and a ladle in hand. “Smells nice,” said Merlin with a smile. “You’re making me hungry.” Jung remained silent for a moment. Then he stuck out a tongue and licked his ladle as if to tease Merlin into becoming even more hungry. Which was definitely the Drachen’s intention. Merlin had been adamant on rejecting the Drachen’s food during his stay, and he had ended up pissing Jung off. Of course, it wasn’t his fault. The last time they had taken something presented to them from the Tower, which was the bowl of water Baba had offered them back in his tent, it had tasted like a mishmash of mud and clay. The water had looked clean and yet tasted like that, which meant that could have only come as a result of the fact that the simulation was affecting their taste buds in relation to things from the Tower. It was better to reject food with the claim that one wasn’t hungry, than having a scrunched face while eating. Now, that was rude. Merlin jerked a thumb at his room—well, where he had taken as his room. “Wanna get my things,” he said. “It’s time for me to leave.” Jung blinked, then turned away and continued stirring whatever he was cooking. Merlin took that as the Drachen giving him leeway to do whatever he wanted. He nodded and walked into the room. Blue jumped off his shoulder immediately and crept into Merlin’s bag just before he picked it up. He had already readied his things, so he didn’t have much to do. He gave one last look around the room and sighed. It hadn’t been the most pleasant six days, but, for a simulation, it had evoked a good number of emotions from him. It was funny, though, they had managed to clear their quest in less than the time they had been given to do it. He wondered if they would be the first to leave their assigned Tower, but he doubted that. Nora had President Sakamoto on her team. Merlin was yet to see the disciplinary club’s president in action yet, but there was this feeling he got from him that told him he was as strong as they came. And, well, there was the instance where he had zoomed in to save Merlin from Choi Sangook. A memory Merlin would love very much to forget. Whatever the case was, they had completed their mission and that meant he would be able to compete in the tournament. He was looking forward to it. He had to prove to his parents that he was no longer just their little kid and they could depend on him, even if only a little bit. Ready, Merlin turned