There is a bleak water tank.

No water plants. No model of a sunken ship. Just a few pathetic grains of sand and stones rolling around the bottom.

And in the center, there is a strange creature.

With its narrow eyes half-open, it stares intently this way, posing as if resting its chin on its hand.

I am observing it.

...Or so I thought.

It seems the other side is doing the same thing.

After staring at each other for a while, the creature opened its mouth lazily.

"...You're taking a long time. How long are you going to keep staring?"

It spoke.

Even seeing the surprised Guest, it doesn't look particularly pleased. Rather, it has a look that says, "Are you really surprised by that now?"

"I'll tell you now, I am not a fish."

I didn't ask anything.

"I am Uronos."

After a short pause, it waits for Guest's reaction.

"............"

Apparently, something is missing.

"It is Lord Uronos."

That part seems important.

According to him, he is immortal. He says he has drifted through the gaps of time and lived for an unimaginably long period.

Then why is he in a tank like this now?

I haven't asked about that yet. Even if I did, I don't get the feeling I'd get a straight answer.

Lord Uronos lets out a small yawn and looks at Guest again.

He looks bored.

However, it's unclear if he's truly bored. The eyes observing Guest have been strangely serious for a while now.

"So, what do they call you?"

When I introduce myself, Lord Uronos repeats the name just once.

Maybe he memorized it.

Then, he says as if nothing happened.

"Hmm. Well, 'you' will do fine."

The point of asking for the name is a mystery.

Lord Uronos, seemingly satisfied, rests what looks like an elbow on the bottom of the tank.

"Now then..."

He narrows his eyes slightly.

He looks like he might be interested in Guest. Or maybe he's just bored.

"Well? Do you have some business with me?"