Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Slam!

Fegan jumped back as he watched his solid wooden plank design door crash. A gust of wind blew in its wake.

Several animal sculptures fell to the floor, breaking upon the heavy impact they had sustained.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed, calling up ten of his wooden puppets, ready to attack whatever had caused damage to his front door.

He looked behind him momentarily. With worry on his face, his daughter who lay on a hammock would be woken from her sleep as it rocked to the side for a while.

"Fegan!" Nix raged, stepping into the living space.

[Master, no!] Mune waved her hand in front of him, hoping she could stop him from making a mistake.

[He's the only one who could remove your mark, remember?] She tried to reason.

"Kiddo?!" Fegan eased his stance the moment he had seen it was the boy from the forest.

He couldn't understand why he came in angry. They had come to an amicable conclusion a few minutes ago.

"Where is it?" He hissed with eyes searching the cottage.

Glancing around, fresh flowers decorated the window sills of each window.

Rather than hiding original beams with faux ceilings, it was open to seeing, with a climbing plant encircling each beam.

A classic cast iron stove could be seen at the far end of the living space. He felt the warmth come from an open fire, with most of its heat lost up the chimney.

There were several wool sofas all encircling a mahogany table.

He caught sight of Hana on a hammock who was still unconscious.

Fegan protectively had his stance in front of her.

His features began to ease at the unpleasant feeling it brought to him.

"I don't know why you would come up here in such a manner, but I don't know what you're talking about." Fegan defended.

'It was written on that tree of your plans to burn my belonging.' He gritted his teeth, trying to quell his rage.

"My bag, where is it?" He growled. This was the only way he could use to get back to the academy without a hassle. He had spent enough points to care about not losing it.

Fegan smiled once he had known what had caused such a reaction, "oh, you mean that junk?"

His puppets were the ones who had brought back the bag to the cottage.

'Junk?!' He repeated in disbelief.

[He didn't mean that!] Mune shook her head, tapping on his cheek to get his attention. He needed to see the bigger picture, it wasn't worth it.

"A few minutes ago, you were so docile. Where did all that respect go?" He taunted with a raise of his brow.

"Circumstances changed."

"Ohoho! You need my help remember?" He had a smirk on his lips.

Clenching his fist, he watched with glowing eyes as Nix hissed to the pain. He noticed something a bit strange about his reaction.

Exhaling, Nix calmed himself, controlling the pain he felt.

"How could you withstand that so well?" He queried, taking a step back.

Letting out a strained laugh, he dismissed Mune before she could speak again.

"The only thing stopping me from engaging is because you need to help me with this mark." He pushed back his hair, his hand covering the right side of his face.

Looking back at Hana, he couldn't help but wonder why she still had not woken up after that noise. "Why is she still unconscious?"

Fegan grimaced at his question. He couldn't bring himself to say he was at fault for what was going on.

"Could you please take a seat?" He canceled his hold on the puppets.

Switching glances between Hana and the sofa, he was skeptical about what was going on.

"We have a lot to discuss." He patted his hand on the space on the wool sofa.

'It wouldn't hurt to know what he had to say.' He tried to convince himself.

Observing that Nix was having a hard time trusting him, he called up one of his puppets to get the bag from the greenhouse.

"It's heading towards the location of the bag as I speak. I assure you, it wasn't burnt down as opposed to what was written on the tree, it was just baited in case you were having doubts about coming as promised."

"Now sit, so we could talk." He cajoled.

Reluctantly, he took a seat on another sofa with three others in between, careful to give enough distance between them.

"I know you have questions, and during the brief time I had spent here before your arrival, I too have some questions."

Nix was about to respond to his words when he was interrupted.

"I have an important question that needs your honest answer." Fegan narrowed his eyes, placing his chin on his clasped fingers.

With the tone of voice, Nix could only guess whatever it was, it was not something simple.

'There is no way he could tell which is the truth or not.' Nix concluded in his mind, thinking about the only way he could go about the question if he couldn't tell the truth.

"I would know if you are lying." Fegan sounded his warning.

'What the hell?!' He exclaimed in his thoughts. On the outside, he merely gave a smile to hide his discomfort at the striking coincidence.

Adjusting his position, he turned slightly to face Nix fully, clearing his throat before he began.

"How did you know the name of my daughter and me?" He paused, leaving the question hanging.

Nix's eyes widened momentarily, he had to look away to hide his shock at the slip he had made. There was no way he could justify his knowledge about him and his daughter.

"As I thought," Fegan shook his head, laughing at how unreal it felt. "I can't believe this is happening now."

Slowly turning his head to face Fegan, he wondered what he was talking about. Although curious, he knew if he were to speak, the first question asked might be brought to light again.

Pointing an accusing finger at Nix, he stated plainly. "You're not from our world, are you?"

"What?!" Nix got up from his seat in disbelief at what he had heard from Fegan.