"This is my daughter—Seraphine," Daniel introduced her to Durin.
The pink-haired girl, Seraphine, looked impatient. "Father, I told you I'm not sick! Tell him to leave."
Her eyes were full of resistance toward outsiders, and she moved to turn away as she spoke.
"Stop right there, Seraphine!" Daniel, sitting on the sofa, instantly became anxious. He stood up and strode aggressively to the girl's side, grabbing her.
Then, with an apologetic look, he said to Durin, "I'm sorry, Mage Durin. I've spoiled my daughter too much."
Next, the middle-aged man turned to Seraphine and said sternly, "Apologize to the Mage at once. He is here to treat your symptoms. Haven't you always said you can hear the voices of people's souls, which has caused you constant insomnia? Now the opportunity is here, don't be so stubborn!"
"Yes... Father."
Seraphine curled her lip and sat down across from Durin with dissatisfaction. Her fair, slender hand toyed with her pink hair that reached her chest, winding it around her fingertips bit by bit.
"Hello, Miss Seraphine. My name is Durin, and I am a Mage Apprentice."
Durin spoke with a smile.
"Hello, I'm Seraphine."
The pink-haired girl hung her head and replied in a low voice.
Durin said gently, "Miss Seraphine, I know you are in a lot of pain and discomfort right now. The streets you once loved have become a form of torture, filled with discordant notes that have turned into a chaotic symphony of strife. No sound is harmonious, making it impossible for you to understand."
The girl, who had been hanging her head, raised her furrowed brows upon hearing these words. Her expression softened, and the coldness on her face shifted into something more complex.
"...And then? What are you trying to say?" Seraphine still frowned.
Her wary gaze and cold attitude were like an iceberg floating on the sea.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask how you've been sleeping lately," Durin waved his hand and continued in a friendly tone, "Just a casual chat."
The conversation between the two paused again.
Seraphine looked at Durin with some curiosity, but still answered nonchalantly, "The same as before. I can't sleep every night; I still hear so many noisy voices."
Seeing his daughter's haggard appearance, Daniel unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his temples, his face showing a mix of heartache and helplessness.
This middle-aged man, with his pomaded hair and the air of a refined middle-class professional, had completely lost his tough exterior.
"So, you can hear the soul-voices of everyone, whether they are kind or cruel? You feel like you can't control this magic within you. Can you distinguish who each voice belongs to?"
"Yes, I can hear them all, but... I can't hear your soul's voice. This is a first. Um... I can barely distinguish the sources of the sounds now." Hearing this, the pink-haired girl looked up, her lively eyes blinking with curiosity as she stared at Durin, her gaze filled with confusion.
Can't hear my soul's voice?
Durin was somewhat surprised. Was it because of the protection from the character card system? Or was it because he had transmigrated to Valoran and had different racial characteristics than the people here?
Or perhaps the Darkin power was acting as a shield?
Durin didn't know the reason, but he made a mental note of it.
"Do you think these voices are important to you?"
"Uh... maybe they are!"
Seraphine's expression began to look hesitant.
Durin asked in a gentle tone, "Can you tell me what it's like to hear other people's soul-voices? For example, your father, Mr. Daniel."
At these words, Seraphine suddenly became excited and began to speak at length. "My father's soul is filled only with prayers now, all of them the most beautiful blessings for me. He has completely lost himself; even the melody of his song has become as rigid and dull as a machine. He wasn't like this before. He used to be full of passion, his songs carrying melodies of grace and longing. It was the most beautiful soul-music I had ever heard."
When talking about music, Seraphine's cold attitude vanished instantly, and she spoke animatedly about everything she knew.
She had never revealed her abilities to an outsider, but as Durin asked one deep, soul-searching question after another, she realized that he seemed to understand her very well.
After she finished speaking, she suddenly fell into a brief silence.
"...What's the use of saying all this now? This is just how I am."
"..."
Beside them, Daniel fell silent instantly.
"Alright, Miss Seraphine, today's conversation ends here. You can go upstairs and rest," Durin said with a smile.
The pink-haired girl glanced at Durin, then lowered her eyes, clutching the corners of her skirt. "Mage Durin, it was a pleasure to meet you. I enjoyed talking with you..."
[Seraphine's Favorability toward you +3, Charm +1, current Proficiency: 9/25]
After Seraphine left, Durin turned to Daniel and said seriously, "Mr. Daniel, have you ever considered that your daughter isn't sick, but rather, she is a mage!"
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