"Lost?" That voice made Mountain tilt his head to the speaker. It was the orphanage's caretaker, an old man holding a walking stick to support himself. He was incredibly old, probably over a hundred years!
It was a miracle that this man could not only walk but also speak fluently, and apparently his sight was still functioning. There was just a faint amount of mana in him, and it was because of the small chubby bird on his shoulder.
It was a low-tier summon only good at chirping.
At best, it could nudge someone to wake up in the morning.
"Summons can't be lost. It's not possible." The old man slowly shook his head, answering his own question.
"Not lost." Mountain's voice rang, deep and heavy. Like a boulder dragged across stone.
The old man's squinted eyes widened. The wrinkles cleared the way for his eyes to study Mountain properly.
"You can speak? That's extraordinary." The old man was more pleasantly shocked than horrified. Even in his shock, his voice was low and stable.
