The Magus of Genesis

Red, blue, yellow.

Beautiful light on the hearts of people crossing paths.

Because he died once, is it?

In my eyes I could see what was called a soul.

I could see it if I used magic before, but now I don't have to do anything to see it, and I know a lot more than just color and brightness.

Big guy. Little guy. Warm people. Soft people. Someone who smells good or has a beautiful melody. Plus, someone sweet enough to sway their tongue, or bittersweet enough to cut it off.

With all of my five senses, I feel like I can feel it.

Your father used to call this a soul, but maybe a little more, something different.

I don't know why...

"Hello Innis"

"Mm-hmm. Oh, my goodness. - Cruse. ……… How are you feeling?

Innis' soul, acting unmotivated as usual, was scratchy and meticulous.

"Yes, thanks to you, I am very well and alive Yikes! I'm not breathing!

"That joke's not very funny."

Mr. Innis' soul, who falls asleep on the couch with a bitter smile, says so, but his temper calms down and slowly begins to dazzle. Maybe earlier, you were worried about me.

Thus, the soul was not always constant, but rather changed by the movement of the person's mind.

"By the way, Innis, did something good happen?

"What!? No, the... why?

Twist, and Innis' soul makes strange moves. Hmm? I don't know, this move... I'm in a good mood because when I do it, my soul is shiny, so it's obvious.

This is something I knew long before I could see my soul, but Mr. Innis looks self-depraved at my pace, he cares so much about others, and he's surprisingly easy to understand.

"Morning, both of you. Innis, that's rare and fast."

Turning to the refreshing feeling of the wind blowing through, it was Ala-kun who was there. His mind is very stable, and he's actually a lot more mypace than Mr. Innis or something, isn't he?

Speaking of that Innis, your soul is groping big as it turns red or blue. Actually, I'm just yawning and answering "ohhhh". Whether I should be surprised at the first time on the poker face or at the way my mind moves too dynamic, I was so worried every time.

"Whoa, whoa!

And the strangest part is Mr. Mel. I heard a sound, and my vision was filled with white.

"Cruse, you're still so cute today!

That's because I'm hugged all the time and my face is pressed against those tits, but the same thing even when I'm away. Mel's soul is fluffy with her lower body, white everywhere and soft everywhere.

For once, fluffy moves when it's fun or when it's sad, but it basically doesn't change that it's always fluffy. Is it okay to say this is stable, or have you not thought about anything...

"Um? Innis, what's going on?

Koten, and lean her neck adorably, Mr. Mel.

"Why are you so thrilled?

In one shot, I uncovered Mr. Innis' poker face. Somehow, that's just great.

"Ha? Nothing. I'm not thrilled. Not at all."

Are you bad at hiding it? Why are you so bad at taking care of facial expressions but deluding them? Cute.

"Oh. Could it be about yesterday? Although I couldn't answer because I was gone before I replied. I'm sorry, but I still like Dr. Nina, so I can't answer your feelings. Sorry."

Ala-kun should read some more air. No, I know he's a great good guy, and maybe he's manly in a way, but don't you know the word Delicacy too well? Mr. Innis' soul, isn't he crying?

"Yes, no…… it's fine…… I just wanted to say…………"

Mr. Innis' soul moves around when he hears me. Oh, I see. This is hindsight, isn't it? Because I was dead, I suddenly got scared and confessed before anything happened. I wish I didn't mind. But when it comes to sounding like Mr. Innis, he sounds like Mr. Innis very much.

"Uh-huh!? Innis, you liked Ala-kun!?

And why hasn't Mel noticed?

Really, they're interesting people.

"It's just now -!

And when I get home.

"Welcome back."

"Welcome back."

The warmest soul in my knowledge and the kindest soul greets me.

"How was school?

Big, bright, warm to the puffy sun, your father's soul.

"It was always the same. Oh, but Innis finally confessed to Ala-kun, and it looks like he smashed his balls."

"Well… that's unfortunate"

But I kind of feel like I'm gonna stick around eventually. Mr. Innis' soul, you didn't give up at all, and if you give up like that in the first place, you haven't lived in a hundred years. Even though it's delicate, if the root part does it, it's tough, isn't it, that guy?

"What's wrong with you?

Quiet, beautiful, gentle as a fluffy moon, your mother's soul.

"Yes! I could take it today and it's fresh! It's a feeling of energy. Yikes! Oh, I can actually take my neck off."

"Stop."

My mother gently stopped me when I tried to get my head off. Hi, my immortal joke generally feels bad about uke.

"Is it okay if I take it? Your soul doesn't leak?

"Yes, I'm fine. If it leaks like that, it leaks out of your mouth, your nose, your ears."

To my answer, your father nodded so intriguingly. I thought you wanted it to be interesting, but that's not the direction either.

"Mr. Nina."

I hugged my still sadly colored mother.

"……… What"

"It's warming up. It's getting a lot colder at sundown."

My body, which is dead, doesn't seem to be damaged or broken because my soul is in it properly, but it doesn't warm up on its own because my heart hasn't pulsed at all. If it gets too cold, it will be difficult to move, so I ask my mother to warm it up this way.

"As for the hot tub, this guy's better."

That's generally what I say, and your father pushes me. Well, it's certainly warmer for your father. I knew I was a guy, so I was a little old...... about the age? Am I supposed to be old...

Well, anyway, even though he's just a little tiny and dead, as a lady, he's got a little embarrassment. It's good because it's warm. Gyu.

"And... nothing... that. You can call me Mother."

Your mother says that to me like a mockingbird in her mouth.

"What, did you say something?

"…… Whatever."

When you ask back, your mother turns away from you as if you were angry. I'm sorry, I hear you perfectly, but I'm gonna pretend I can't hear you because I enjoy that reaction. I could be a bad daughter.

"Well, Cruse is a girl too, and I don't want her to stick to me."

"Huh? I don't hate it at all. Yikes. I love your father."

Instead, I don't know if it would be good for the body to stick around when it comes to the contents, but your father usually seems happy, so I'm not going to mind either.

In looking at all sorts of people's, I've somehow figured out whether it's this soul or heart.

It is. The fact that the soul is not just the person's own contents.

When man is born, he is born with an empty soul. People around them pour all sorts of things into it, and the soul is made.

The hated and scorned have a dark and lonely soul.

Those who are loved and liked have warm, bright souls.

So your father and mother have a warm soul as a result of being loved by all sorts of people.

And the thing that pours it out the most is each other.

Now you can tell me that you don't like it very much...

"Oh, yeah. I'm already dead, and at any rate, will your father have your wife? I'm not a couple with Mr. Nina, so it's not good enough, is it?

"Uh, no, that's......... I don't know. I'm sure Cruise will find a good match."

"Why do you look so full?"

Well, for the time being, I wonder if I can keep it that way.

The difference between me and the goblins.

Two horns and pink hair. And the warm, quiet, so-so bright light in this chest.

Because now I can stretch my chest that I am made of the love that those two have poured out.