The miracle did not happen.
The resonance between the inactivated essence and himself that he expected only existed in fantasy. Su'er mind seemed to be still at that moment. Everything was stagnant. Even the pain in his back disappeared in a trance... Really disappeared?
Su'er reached back and touched his back belatedly. It was the familiar feel of clothes. The silk pajamas were close to his skin. The soft and silky touch that was almost forgotten.
It was as if he was dreaming a lucid dream. Even after waking up, he would not forget that the connection between the body and the Su'er was separated by a thin layer of foam, full of tranquility and serenity.
The diffusing pupils gathered together, overlapping the world of double shadows around him. Su'er moved his submerged body in the quagmire of illusion, and was shaky.
It was his home, on the eighth floor, with three bedrooms and a living room. It was the perfect time of the afternoon sun, and the sunlight that slanted into the room perfectly divided the white-painted dining table in front of Su'er into two halves, even illuminating the willow leaf pattern on it.
The sound of car horns in the city could be heard faintly outside the window, and it seemed as if someone was making noises - it was very close, but it felt very far away.
Su'er had long given up the fantasy of returning to this home again. It was not the dark and gloomy cave where you could barely see things with the light, but his real home. He was not dreaming, and even his mind still had some memories of the past... He should be in the city of the Dwarf with the Elf.
He was not excited to the point of crying, nor did he shout something madly. Su'er still sat calmly in the chair, his Heart as peaceful as the Surface of a lake.
"Don't you want to try it? Even among all my works, it can barely be called a masterpiece."
The heavy male voice was not in a hurry, but just stretched out his hand to push the cup in front of Su'er again.
"You're welcome, drink it."
"...Ah, thank you", even Su'er himself was a little puzzled, he actually listened to this strange voice so easily, picked up the cup in front of him, and drank the bubbling liquid in it.
The whole body was filled with a refreshing feeling from the internal organs to the Surface of the body, as if all the impurities and dirt in the body were purified, and every organ was moaning happily, too much...
Even every cell was clamoring for satisfaction, and it was filled with power from the smallest molecules.
"Another cup!!"
Su'er slammed the cup on the table with force, and was Surprised to hear such words coming out of his mouth.
"Hahaha!", the heavy male voice laughed wildly because of joy, "Yes! That's it!"
As he spoke, the golden wine flowed from the air from invisible to tangible, until the glass decorated with flower decorations was completely filled, bubbling in Su'er sight.
It was a bit like beer, but the beer he had drunk in the past was not even worthy of carrying shoes for it.
Su'er made a judgment in his Heart.
It seemed that his delayed brain finally turned a corner, and he finally reacted, turning his head lightly to look at the side of his body.
In the past, his father always sat at that position at the dining table, but now it was a strange old man he had never seen before. His silver-white hair did not look old at all. He was wearing a decent suit and tie with black glasses on his nose, which fit his body perfectly... Gentleman, although Su'er had never seen a real gentleman, he did think that only such a word was worthy of this old man.
At the moment when his consciousness spread to the Suroundings, Su'er was Surprised to find that Think was sitting opposite him - wait, when did this woman sit there? !
Like Su'er, Think also had an exquisite glass in front of her. The "beer" that Su'er had just drunk was bubbling in Think glass, but the woman had no intention of drinking it. Instead, she held the glass tightly with both hands and stared at Su'er.
The beautiful hands were exerting force, as if they were not breaking the glass at the moment, but Su'er head, which really made him feel a little cold on his back, but compared to these, Su'er suddenly found that when his eyes left the old man, he completely forgot what the old man looked like.
The only thing left in his mind was the feeling of déjà vu, as if he could see it everywhere, but he could not see it anywhere, which simply increased his doubts.
"God of Forge...?" Su'er muttered to himself as if he had suddenly realized something, "Okein..."
All the abnormalities were explained, and even the completely unreasonable environment and reality at the moment became reasonable after adding the three words "Old Deus".
It was easy to guess, after all, this... let's call him an old man for now, this old man had no intention of hiding it.
"Ah, are you still sober enough? You adapt quickly, I am not wrong...", sighing slowly, there was also a glass in front of Okein, and he did not continue to speak, but raised his drink and gestured to Su'er.
There is no point in saying more, when Su'er reacted, he found that he had also picked up the cup and drank it all in Think murderous gaze.
Full.
Every cell shouted with fullness.
Su'er became more and more dizzy, his consciousness was hazy and sober, and such opposite states appeared on him at the same time.
He felt his limbs again, and his calf bones were aching, but the thin membrane of consciousness made him feel it not very clearly. Su'er finally felt that something was kicking his calf hard under the table.
Without a doubt, the only one who would do this was the elf sitting opposite him... At least Su'er would not doubt that the God of Forging Okein would wear a suit and kick his calf under the table.
Su'er couldn't help but shudder.
I'm actually drinking with an Old Deus at the same table? !
He was Surprised to discover this fact.
Riku must be shocked to the point of exploding, right?
The translucent liquid once again meandered from the air into the cups of the two people.
"Don't worry, there is no impurity like alcohol you mentioned. This is the spiritual oil I brewed by myself... Although the spirits are a bit too much for you, it's not bad, right?" As if sensing some concerns in Su'er Heart, Okein said slowly in his unique and heavy voice: "Would you like another glass?"
"No, thank you, I think I need a break", Su'er couldn't help but support his forehead with one hand on the table and groaned, "--What's going on?"
He always felt like he had forgotten something and missed something...did he just say something?