- If only I could be stupid and dull.

At that moment, the inferior had so hoped.

If he couldn't capture the loneliness and helplessness that he could never ignore from the cry of the girl who was named "Kamalse"; If he hadn't clearly realized that the girl in front of him and the man were two completely different people

Now he can be free.

He could have regarded the girl in front of him as "Kamalse" as well, and casually mocked Kamalse's current situation, celebrating the death of his former enemy. He can even choke the other person by the neck or press them against the bed.

Then the mood of the inferior person will be extremely happy. It will be a great revenge that he has endured for more than 20 years, and the meaning of his life will be complete... He will no longer be an inferior, he will not have to be an inferior again.

He no longer has to bear the cursed filthy name, and he will no longer be the son of Kamalse. Twenty-eight years later, he was finally able to live as himself.....

- If he could ignore the girl's grief and pain.

But the inferior can't.

Inexplicably, he fell into a predetermined "fate", was forced to have a relationship that he would rather never have, looked up and had no friends at all, and was an outsider in any circle.

It is not so much that she is the retribution that Kamalser has received "by herself", but that she is the same person who has been persecuted by the real Kamalsa as she is.

They are of the same kind.

In this world, perhaps this is the only one of its kind.

But if the existence of the other party is acknowledged, it also means that the inferior person accepts another thing.

That is in this life, and he will never have a chance to take revenge on that man. He repeated the curse again and again in his heart, and finally hoarded it in that childhood he didn't want to return to.

The inferior withdrew his gaze from the window, lowered his head slightly, and took a serious look at the girl's face for the first time. As one of his own kind, he had to at least remember the faces of the other people—although his memory was not bad, he would never remember the faces of those who were not important.

Because he's torn too many people apart.

I don't know how many people have burst blood mist and cracked blood vessels in front of him. That's not a good death.

If you have a good memory, you will either degenerate into a devil who has no regard for human life, or you will fall into a nightmare when you dream back in the middle of the night.

The inferior neither wants to hurt others, nor does he want to wronged himself. So he chose to forget.

As he lowered his head, the massive antlers cast a thick shadow like a thorn. The pale crimson light in the room is like the intoxicating light seen through the red wine. The girl's face was faintly flushed because of this, and of course, it could have been burned by her own tears because of crying.

"Take it."

The inferior hesitated, but did not return the handkerchief that had wiped his mouth. Even if it's a self-cleaning handkerchief, you don't have to worry about dirt. can

He will also have a feeling of indirect kissing.

So he folded the handkerchief and put it on his own pillow, and took the silk towel from the other pillow and gave it to the girl.

Kamalser II reached out and took the pillow towel. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying in the arms of the inferior one, who had just rolled over from the bed and sat up.

If she were to turn around and face the inferior, she would twist her waist a little uncomfortable.

So she simply kicked her boots off, then rolled over on the bed and sat down opposite the inferior one.

Then, she wiped her face with a pillow towel. There is no trace of makeup, just no makeup, it can be called amazingly beautiful, which is one of the reasons why she was chosen by the famous elves.

「…… I'm much better."

As she spoke, she lifted her face and tried her best to smile cheerfully, "Thank you."

Fearing the great antlers of the inferior, she shrunk her neck a little as she spoke.

It was only at this moment that the inferior saw and remembered the girl's face clearly and for the first time.

One by one, in that instant, he realized where that familiarity came from. The delicate and delicate appearance is closer to the "cute" style than the beauty or maturity. The eyebrows are gentle, and the eyes are as clear as black gems soaked in water.

Almost exactly like his mother.

Not objectively, she is more beautiful than her mother.

Because it is a childish style of appearance, and when the inferior mother's mother died, she was almost thirty years old. Pregnancy made her cheeks slightly fat, and her life in captivity made her skin less soft and fair. But that's really the same style of type.

It's the kind of appearance that the inferior can't get off the killer no matter what.

So the inferior immediately understood—this was also the back hand of Kamalse's plan.

If it wasn't Russell who killed him, but himself, he would have snatched the body of the girl in front of him and came to him with his trademark cold, demonic smile.

Fortunately, it was Russell who broke the fate of the infinite loop for himself.

He was able to escape from this fear, and this innocent girl was able to retain her independent personality. that he would not be sacrificed as a consumable from the struggle between the inferior and his father.

Just looking at her face and making eye contact with hers, the inferior person feels that his gaze cannot take away from her.

"What's your name?"

The inferior asked suddenly.

The girl felt a little confused for a moment.

She hesitated, "I'm ...... Kamalse?"

"I mean, your original name."

The inferior asked earnestly, "Not as Kamalse. But as yourself, what is your name?"

"That name, it doesn't make sense anymore."

The girl with long black hair was a little confused: "After bearing the name of Kamalse, the original life has been terminated. No one will ever call that name again, and my former family and friends will ever be gone... Even if I'm not exactly Kamalse, I'm no longer the same person I used to be."

"—no. Meaningful."

The inferior said in a deep voice, "A name is such a thing, as long as someone calls it, it has the meaning of existence.

"I don't want to call Kamalse's name, it always reminds me of that man, and I feel disgust and disgust just thinking about it. But I know it's not your fault, you're the victim.

"If I have the slightest resentment in my heart when I think of your name, it is anger against you. But I really can't forget everything that happened in the past at once, so I'm going to call you by another name.

"Whether it's a past name or not, please tell me another way to call you. If you don't want to give out your past name, you can also come up with a name here...... Or give me a code name, that's fine."

The inferior said seriously.

He was a very silent man. If he can do something, he will try not to speak. His anger was always in his heart, and his voice had weight from silence. Inferior people rarely say such a long paragraph in one breath, and even less explain their motives to others.

He would say so much now, simply because he didn't want the girl to misunderstand his behavior.

And listening to the words of the inferior, the girl's eyes widened slightly.

For a moment, there seemed to be tears pouring out of his eyes.

She was originally a crying child. But now she is not willful to lie on the inferior and cry again, even if she has taken off her shoes and gone to bed, and the inferior will definitely tolerate her to lend her a hug.

But she didn't do that. Because the knowledge and experience she has now can tell her that everything should be measured... Don't repeatedly ask for sympathy and concern from others.

So she just picked up the pillow towel and wiped her eyes. Then, she hugged the pillow towel and lowered her head into her own thoughts. The white silk obscured the lower half of her face, which allowed the inferior to see her eyes more clearly.

suddenly

However, he saw the girl's gaze suddenly lift.

"Let's swap."

She put the towel down and looked up at the inferior one, "I don't want to call you the inferior or your name. Your real name is full of his malice towards you, and your code name is hence it. That's to trample on your dignity, to make others curse you and curse you as a matter of course, so that they will give you a name. You also feel ridiculous about your fate, so you can give yourself such an ugly codename.

"You said that when you say, 'Kamalse, it reminds you of that name; So if I call you inferior, it also means that you also live under his shadow.

"So, do you have any other names? If not, let's give each other a name.

"As a new family member.... A gift from the first meeting!"

I actually have another name.

The inferior thought to himself.

When he worked for the "Godfather" in Downtown, he also wore a vest called "Silence". This is the name he used specifically to kill people. Although his newfound psionic energy lacked much aggression, if it was used for assassination, the threat increased a lot—his original psionic energy was too powerful for him to use normally.

The new psionic energy that can eliminate all the sounds it makes, or completely isolate the sounds in an area, combined with the spell of the deer head teleporting at will, makes "silence" a very threatening name.

In the past six months, those big people who have done bad things are afraid of this name. Just like what he did more than half a year ago, when he was just silenced, he was taken by his godfather to scare the "emperor". Just quietly put the token in the blind corner of the opponent's field of vision - it can deter the opponent when they unconsciously turn their heads back.

On the contrary, the name "inferior" is already called so only by some of his past acquaintances. Although it originally carried a self-deprecating self-deprecation, it has now washed away this semantics.

But for some reason, the inferior didn't want to tell the girl the name "silence".

It's not that you want to hide your identity.....

But in his heart, he couldn't wait for some reason.

He still remembers where this emotion came from-

When he first joined the Special Operations Department, the Minister was not yet a delphinch.

Because the inferior had never written, the old minister squatted beside him, holding his own hand with his big hands, patiently and stroke by stroke, teaching him how to write his name. At that time, seeing the beautiful and smooth flower characters flowing from his pen, he also felt this impatience...... It's like a new life.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to maintain his image, he would even want to shake his legs excitedly.

But after calming down, he realized another problem -

- He didn't go to school.

His childhood entertainment was to slaughter demons, and when he was a little older, he would go to the lower city with a gun to slaughter ***. When he was older, he learned to smoke and began to smash their heads with a lighter. When he extinguished the flames, he also extinguished the fire of life of his enemies.

He hasn't done anything extraordinary in his life. Either kill a person, or knock a person unconscious, or capture a person alive.

He hadn't even read the book.

For his heart was never still, always restless and scorching, as opposed to his calm and cold countenance.

But at this time, the inferior regretted it for the first time......

He couldn't even think of a nice name or codename.

Looking at the girl in silence, it was almost as if she was angry. But he just felt embarrassed, opened his mouth and closed it again.

The inferior was a little worried about whether he would let the girl misunderstand his attitude. But what he didn't expect was that she knew herself better than he did.

"I can't remember, do I."

She whispered caringly and thoughtfully, "Then I'll talk about it first...... How about I give you a name?"

Memories are their fathers, claiming to be their mothers, and being from that man

From the perspective of persecution, it's his sister... The girl knows everything about the inferior in life and knows everything about him better than he knows himself.

Seeing that the inferior was still silent, she was not worried at all that the inferior was angry or unwilling.

So she pondered for a moment and came up with a new name.

"It's called [Wolf Talk]......... How is it?

"You want to make 'Kamalse' hear your angry shouts. But now that he is no longer in this world, your cry of despair is like the howl of a wolf on the steppe when he looks at the moon. Although you have never seen a wolf or a grassland, you are undoubtedly a lone wolf.

"Now you've regained your voice, and you've lost your enemies. The wolf no longer needs a howl of pain and rage, and I want you to regain your senses, to become a human, to speak with a human tongue. Even if you become a werewolf physically, you can't go back. But at least there must be a human soul."

She said attentively and earnestly, "This is my blessing to you......

Presumably, the idea of "giving yourself a new name" was not just born. She had wanted to do this for a long time.

As a mother, give your son a name.

A name full of blessings, not curses. This is used as a way to make amends for his past life, even if the amendage itself is meaningless.

And the inferior has never been indifferent.

Even if he is called ***, inferior, and silent, he just accepts it calmly. There were many more painful experiences in his life.

And.....

Wolf words, silence. Sounds like a good match. It's like a mirror.

Mirror words....

"Let's call it Lothar."

The inferior said suddenly.

「.… Is it upside down?"

The girl immediately reacted, what the inferior thought.

IF CAMASSAR IS REVERSED, IT IS "RASYAMAC". The suffix sounded too much like a man, so only the first half was retained.

For the inferior who has no culture, being able to remember how to spell the man's name is already based on that hatred.

"Then before you, my name will be Lothar."

Lothar smiled and said, "First meeting, wolf talk.

"..... for the sake of us naming each other, can you call me Mommy?" Look at the girl's wet fawn-like eyes looking at her eagerly. The inferior turned his head a little awkwardly and whispered, "Let's talk about it later."

"Hmm... But I'd love to hear it." The girl soon became lively again.

「…… Mom."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

"I hear you."

"You heard me wrong."

The inferior replied coldly.