Esme's POV
How was his compatibility with me so high? Almost like Sylin's, but that was a result of my relationship with Sora. I had not met this young man before.
"Or did this happen because he had shared mana with his twin brother, Sanya?" I crawled toward him.
"It doesn't work that way."
I nodded at her words. With how large his bed was—only for him and Denim—he must be the sin of pride I had been looking forward to meeting. Also, he had made Elon bring me to him, and not the other way around. Proud people were insufferable, but I had always had a way around them.
"Don't jump to conclusions quickly."
What? He wouldn't be proud? Elon crawled beside me, having a playful grin on his face. I hadn't even addressed his poor listening skills, and he was already playing around me.
"Don't be loud," I whispered, holding his mouth that was about to open. "You can see he is asleep."
