"My name is Anvis. Anvis Kallen. May I know how I should address you?"
Anvis spoke as he moved toward the polished dark-oak desk, the quiet glow of the lamp blooming under his touch. Shadows retreated. The room warmed. A faint resinous fragrance—soothing, almost medicinal—floated through the air.
Above his head, the white pigeon fluttered its wings and descended, talons clicking softly against the illuminated tabletop. Its feathers shimmered faintly, as though reflecting a light he could not see.
"You mean Coo's name, coo~? Coo has no name— you may call Coo however you prefer—coo~"
"I see. Then I'll call you Pigeon."
Anvis nodded with a small, aristocratic grace. From the drawer, he drew a sheet of pale yellow parchment and lifted a ruby-inlaid quill—an heirloom tool meant for precision inscriptions. With a gentle pulse of mental force, the enchanted quill-tip glowed, scarlet light bleeding into the faint lines forming across the paper.
The sigil was intricate: arcs like ripples, dots like constellations.A detection-type inscription, sensitive to sound waves, psychic fluctuations, and subtle disturbances in space.With the specialized quill, even a whisper of mental guidance activated it, causing the parchment to hum with quiet potential.
"Pigeon," Anvis said, eyes narrowing with scholarly curiosity, "can you describe the way you exist?"
"Coo— Coo can explain to you, but Coo cannot guarantee you will understand, coo~!"
The pigeon puffed its chest, flapped once, and tilted its head with theatrical dignity.Anvis instinctively leaned slightly back—the creature radiated a strange presence, like a melody played in reverse.
"I am real, and unreal~I exist, and yet do not~The past is my feathers, the future my flesh~The fool sees me yet sees nothing, the wise sees me yet I am not~ coo~"
It sang the lines with bizarre musicality—half lullaby, half cosmic riddle.The final note lingered unnaturally long before dissolving into silence.
"In terms you can comprehend," the pigeon continued, "Coo is the three-dimensional observable projection of the shadow cast by the higher-dimensional entity—'Karnrocher'—coo~"
Anvis stared.
"…?"
Utter confusion.Yet the tone had been so confident, so cosmically pompous, that it somehow sounded profound.
Still, the noble boy's expression barely shifted. He simply gave the pigeon a long, steady look—the universal reaction of someone who understood nothing but refused to admit it.
"May I ask," he said, tone gentle, "whether you are male or female?"
"Coo wants you to understand—although Coo appears to be a 'pigeon', Coo's essence is completely different, coo~"
Though the pigeon's face was expressionless by anatomy, something in its posture carried an inexplicable solemnity.The lamplight painted soft gold on Anvis's pale cheeks, while the pigeon's feathers reflected a colder, more otherworldly sheen.The two stared silently at each other—youth and incomprehensible being—equally puzzled for entirely different reasons.
"Then," Anvis asked at last, "what is your purpose?"
"Coo also wishes to ask—why did you summon Coo?"
"It was an accident. And I haven't performed any summoning rituals recently."
"An accident excuses irresponsibility, coo?"
Anvis opened his mouth, closed it, inhaled sharply.He had no rebuttal.
"…Then what would you have me do?"
"According to the rules," the pigeon declared proudly, "the moment you summoned Coo from the dark side of the Source Sea, the contract was already established—coo~Whenever you require Coo, you may summon Coo to assist you."
"And each time I summon you, I must…"
The pigeon paused dramatically.
It lifted its wings before its face, as if reading an invisible script written on the air itself.
"…must pay absolutely nothing, coo~!You have already paid the price in advance!Until the eighth dimension of the Source Sea collapses into foam,until the first Dream-Butterfly completes its 140,412th metamorphosis,you may summon Coo freely—coo~"
I already paid a price?
Anvis frowned slightly, blue eyes sharpening.The boy tilted his head in calm suspicion.
"What was the price?"
"That is a secret, coo~"
The pigeon shook its wings lazily—utter refusal.
"Fine. Then… what can you do for me?"
"Can you fight?"
"Coo cannot be affected by attacks from this dimension, nor can Coo affect matter in this dimension—coo."
"…Scout?"
"Coo can—if you can understand Coo's descriptions, coo~"
"Then what use are you?!"
"That is for you to determine, coo~"
The pigeon preened triumphantly.Anvis's eyelid twitched again—more violently this time.
"If there is nothing else," the bird said, wings fluttering, "Coo will leave. Call for Coo in your heart whenever you need Coo—coo!"
Without waiting for permission, it phased cleanly through the wall like mist.
Anvis inhaled slowly.
Then, experimentally:
Coo…?
"What is it now, coo?"
The pigeon's head emerged from the lamp's shadow, eyes like twin voids with faint red gleams.The sight was eerie—almost humorously so.
"N–nothing… I was merely testing the summoning."
"Then farewell—coo~"
The bird sank back into the shadow, vanishing entirely.
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(lol and bruh)