The section of the wall he had rapped on swung inwards, revealing another room.

‘Another new style of entryway, huh? I cannot detect anything in the spiritual dimension. Well, there is some sort of managy construct, but it looks nothing like an identification construct...’

His guide held out an arm towards the entryway and through their soul link, Ferrudion got the impression that the teen wanted him to enter first.

Shrugging, he did just that. After all, whatever the purpose of the puny mortal managy construct, it could not harm him.

The new room looked even better than the last. For one, there was gold.

His father, the God of Iron, loved gold almost as much as his namesake, which was why Ferrudion held a healthy appreciation for it as well.

Behind a desk that seemed to be missing all the important details - the viewer, the con, and other such godly instruments that belonged on any good desk, was sitting a new mortal.

‘His soul looks just as bright as my guide's, but it seems a bit larger.’

Ferrudion inspected him in both the spiritual and material dimensions.

Materially, the man was broad shouldered but not much taller than Ferrudion's guide. Ferrudion was about two inches (5cm) taller than the man.

While Ferrudion had sized up the man, someone behind him had closed the entryway. Surprised, he noted the presence of two other beings. Their souls were so dim that he had initially failed to notice them.

Then, his guide stepped forward and repeated the curious earlier motion. Bending slightly forward with his arms crossed in front of him, palms up, he addressed the sitting man,

“Palanihi Kalou Sahagam!”

Ferrudion blinked and pondered the meaning of the motion, was it a formal greeting?

The man replied with some other gibberish and the teen straightened.

Now, they were both looking at him.

‘I won't be greeting any mortals first,’ he thought and grinned.

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A pang of fear echoed over to him through the connection with the teen, and he watched as the teen repeated the motion in his direction.

The man behind the table stood, made the presumed greeting motion, and said,

"Palanihi sasanagam."

The teen gasped.

Ferrudion did not know what to say.

Falling back on his godly etiquette lessons, he decided to bestow his name unto these mortals.

After gently stretching a tendril out to the man's soul, he projected,

『“I.”』

A vision of himself was transmitted.

Then he put his right hand on his heart and said out loud,

“Ferrudion.”

The people blinked at him. The man looked especially shocked.

‘Are they familiar with my great name?’

Any such hope was dispelled by the teens next words:

“Lou Diho.”

The man straightened, threw the teen a look, and said,

“Pelou Dean.”

‘What did I expect...’

Of course, these mortals would be incapable of pronouncing his great name. However,...

‘Is that not a good thing? This way, it can be my pseudonym. I bet Barrion will be impressed by my foresight.’

So, Ferrudion repeated the fist shacking gesture the teen had made earlier while transmitting a sense of agreement to the man.

“Pelou Dean,” he repeated.

Then, the man put his hand on his own heart and said,

“Kalou Saha.”

Pointing at the teen, he said,

“Kalou Dan.”

The way they split every name in two was a bit peculiar, but Ferrudion pointed at each of them and repeated their names the way they had said them.

They smiled and made the fist shaking gesture.

Then they stood there awkwardly in silence.

Eventually, Ferrudion decided to repeat his earlier actions and share his status with the man:

『“I. Powerful. Respectable.”』

He showed him the same visions that the teen had received and the man blanched just the same.

Unlike the teens, his soul seemed a bit more stable though.

After mumbling some incomprehensible mortal gibberish, the man seemingly calmed down and made a gesture that Ferrudion interpreted as “Come closer”.

Thus, Ferrudion walked over to the man's desk.

For the next couple of hours they played, ‘pointing at things and saying their names’. After going through everything in the room, the man would draw things on a thin slice of something and name them instead.

Finally, he showed Ferrudion a piece of abstract art from a big “scroll”. Most of the things in this mortal realm were unfamiliar to him, but when he saw the colorful image drawn on the scroll, he immediately recognized it as abstract art.

His father had made him take art lessons, and many of his teacher's favorite works had looked just like the one in front of him:

Brown, green, and blue tones were decorated with black and red lines as well as countless squiggles.

Ferrudion repeated the word, “Map”, while transmitting visions of other abstract art he had seen.

The two mortals looked at him curiously, and he felt they were unsure if he had understood them correctly.

He frowned.

They quickly moved on to other words.

~~~

Ferrudion had been on the ship for two days now and he was very happy with his progress.

Firstly, he had finally understood the word “map”. It was a primitive tool for displaying locations.

Secondly, he knew they were on the Pahina ocean.

Thirdly, they were going to the Palevine Empire.