"If you say so, kiddo."
Merlin smirked at Zayn's comment. He was pretty sure that the boy was exaggerating when he said that he was not a good person. Who, in their right mind, would think that a 13-year-old boy would genuinely think of himself as a bad person?
But despite being under the impression that Zayn was exaggerating intentionally, there was a trace of conviction in the boy's voice that caused him to hesitate.
He looked a little longer at Zayn who returned his gaze without a shred of fear.
"Look who returned to my workplace? If that is not Merlin Kivan, my forging hammer will learn how to fly!" A loud and hoarse voice rang through the entire shop, distracting both Merlin and Zayn.
Their heads flicked to the source of the voice, where a small figure appeared in their field of vision.
