The Land of Soul Slumber I

With this chilly water, I had the impression of having a bath. I hardly have any room to maneuver.

My eyes enlarge as I gaze at the young boy who is staring at me. There is no sign of the warm water flowing from his face. Instead, all I see are eyes that glitter with an unidentifiable substance.

“You claim to be Claudius Penerium, right? How is that possible?” When I ask him in a whisper, I'm simultaneously asking myself the same question.

I furrow my brows, but I can't help but stare at the sight of the young lad who has his mouth the widest and eyes the most open.

“Why? You must be unaware that I am the only Penerium descendant, right?” He continues to act as though it's not a big deal, but for Celius and me, it is.

The Penerium is a thing. It is neither a home nor a soul. It resembles a golden cup with an ancient god or goddess' flower seal on it.

What puzzles me is why this little young child is claiming to be a P