Golden-Eyed Reaper: Transmigrated As The Forgotten One

Chapter 11: An Endless Void.

Chapter 11 - An Endless Void.

They reached the somewhat large hut where Noir was resting previously, she looked at Noir as they entered the hut, "You, what is your name?" she asked.

"I don't know.." his voice filled with sarcasm, a faint smile on his face.

She shot him a glance and proceeded to sit on the chair inside the hut, "I am Iris."

"Don't remember asking but sure."

....Iris didn't ignite another conversation after this.

After some time, Evelyn's mother entered the room only to find Noir munching on fruits while Iris attempted at sleeping while sitting on a chair.

She felt an urge to laugh but resisted, "Is everything okay now? I heard you had to handle the whole situation and 'somehow' survived from the verge of death?"

"It's fine, what about Evelyn? Is she okay? She seemed terrified earlier." he spoke casually as he bit on another fruit.

"It was a mental-strain even for her after all she's never seen something as cruel as 'that' before." Sarah spoke with a sad face.

"I see, hopefully she recovers soon."

"I wish for the same. She's a bright soul—it won't be long before she returns to her usual self," she added. "Excuse me, I have a lot to handle regarding the deaths, but I wanted to check on you first, so I postponed everything."

"Sure." Noir answered as he continued munching on the fruits.

...

'Consuming fruits really does help one recover faster.'

While acting like he was ignoring Iris, Noir continued his endless wanderings and thought-processes, 'What could potentially be the reason for her to be able to know my previous name?'

A sharp voice pierced through his thoughts, "Hey!"

Noir raised a brow, shrugging. "Thought you disappeared."

"What??" her blue eyes narrowed.

"The way you performed the superior way of 'the act of sleeping on a chair' I almost mistook 'you' for the 'chair'." Noir chuckled as he banged his hand on the bed.

"...Did I perhaps hurt you unknowingly someday?" she sighed.

"By almost killing me as well as by knowing something that no one else knows about me? Yes." He gestured with his hands.

"Knowing that you are a childish person, makes me your enemy? Didn't know." Iris spoke as she ignored the previous claim and tried mimicking Noir's way of speaking.

He shrugged, "No, I was talking about-" he added with a smile, "My name."

...

During that day, since everyone was busy whether it be work regarding the deaths or trauma due to unfruitful sight, in conclusion it was a day off.

"I don't know how I do it subconsciously."

Noir spoke, his voice firm, "You do know." he added, "Because if you didn't then you won't be able to perform it subconsciously either."

The form repeated itself a few times, beginning with "I don't know" and ending with Noir saying "I've said it all again."

...

Evelyn spoke, "I think I get what you are trying to imply."

"Huh? Did you? FINALLY!" Noir somewhat broke out of character for the first time.

She raised an eyebrow and continued, "Everytime I say 'heal' it doesn't really heals. I mean technically I said 'heal' even now, but did anything happen?"

Noir's expression turned from excited to bored, "No, nothing happened."

"I realized that I am only able to heal other-"

"Your power isn't of healing but rather replacing." Noir interrupted.

Her expression indicated that while she did suspect it, she didn't expect it to be true.

"I see."

Both of them talked continued the talk until Eveyln understood what she couldn't so far.

"A 'means' through which I am able to replace would be.. 'Will' perhaps?" she added, "As I don't really think there's any other way."

"How about trying to replace this fruit with... that fruit." Noir spoke as he pointed towards a purple fruit followed by a green fruit.

Evelyn nodded, stretching out her hand toward the green fruit. Her eyes focused, her breathing steady.

Nothing happened.

A frown formed on her face. "Maybe I need more concentration—"

Before she could finish, the green fruit in her hand twisted unnaturally, its surface warping as if reality itself rejected its existence. Then— it vanished.

The room fell silent.

Noir's eyes narrowed. The purple fruit remained untouched.

His voice dropped to a whisper.

"...You indeed replaced it, but with what?"

Evelyn's breath hitched. "An endless void." she added, "I just saw an endless void."

A cold chill ran through Noir's spine. He didn't have an answer. But something told him–

Whatever it was replaced with, wasn't something in his reach.