In the bright room, the man sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out the window at the garden full of white camellias, and took care of himself.

From the moment the question came from the other end of the phone, there was silence.

"Aviclell wants to see you, is he your relative? Or is it the child you raised?"

Salvino seemed to fall into memory.

"He's my relative, he looks a lot like me, but he's more like a mother, a peerless beauty that everyone praises and loves all over the world." He chuckled softly, as if he was proud of it.

"As for raising ...... I've never seen him grow up."

"He is different from you, I have watched you go from childhood, to youth, to middle age, to old age, and finally to death, to ashes."

"I've seen too many of the same processes." The man sighed lightly.

He watched one person after another, and he watched the children he grew up with, through birth, old age, sickness and death, again and again.

It has become a tombstone, an urn.

Fallen into an eternal slumber.

He wanted to do the same, and even he had already prepared a coffin for himself and slept in it every day.

He didn't want to die, he just wanted to stay awake.

But he can't sleep, he has to stay awake, he has to be awake.

「…… But I've never seen Ato grow up." He stretched out his hand to touch the white camellia outside the window through the window, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated.

Why......

Even the opportunity to grow up has been denied?

"He likes you very much, be kind to him, although I am jealous, but it is his instinct to desire love." The man reached out and touched his neck, saying jealousy in a joking way that seemed to be true and false.

"I love him more than myself, so I want you to love him." Underneath the garment, there is a string of numbers or characters.

"If you're still willing to listen to me." He said.

Children themselves want to be loved, even adults, they want to be loved.

So there is nothing wrong with Aitto's longing for love, but if someone wants to use him through love......

It's going to be backfired.

No one can refuse to love Aito.

"I see." Gin replied.

At least Avi Clear is useful, and 100% obedient at the moment.

"Do you want to see him?" Gin continued to ask another question that the other party did not answer.

The man stood up and walked towards the full-length mirror in the room, stood in front of the mirror, looked at the smiling figure in the mirror, and closed his eyes gently.

"It's not time yet." He whispered.

"I see." Gin replied.

"I have a question for you." Gin was silent for a moment, but still asked the question.

This question has arisen since he got his codename, but he has never asked it.

But today he wanted to ask.

"Do you see me as a substitute for my father or grandfather? Or is it ...... Is it a substitute for your mother?" Gin asked.

When they first met, he said that he looked better with long hair, and also mentioned that the other party's mother had pure white long hair and red eyes.

It's hard not to be reminiscent.

But the other party kept the code name of Gin and left it to him, which made him have to wonder if the other party was because of his father.

「…… Why do you think that?" Salvino's tone was a little subtle.

"The difference between silver and white is still huge, and it's ...... You're a man."

Why would he find a one-meter-nine man to be his mother's replacement?

"If I'm looking for a replacement, do you think I can't find a woman with white hair? Even if there is no real person, the exact same impersonant can do an infinite number of them."

"No one can be a substitute for anyone, especially my mother, and that's an insult to her."

"The reason you want to have long hair is just that I think you're more suitable for long hair." The man opened his eyes, and his tone was a little cold.

It's just that he found something interesting at the time.

Gin is supposed to have long hair, isn't it?

He was already accustomed to preconceived looks.

So every gin, has long silver hair, green or red eyes.

Therefore, the candidate for the organization rumored to be Gin has never changed, and it has always been the same person.

"I see." Gin replied in a deep voice.

The man hung up the phone, closed his eyes, and reopened them again, looking at the figure in the mirror.

The smile is gentle, the expression is soft, and there is only one difference that is different.

Those eyes were dark and cold.

A look that doesn't match the smile.

"It's not perfect enough, it needs to be practiced again...... When I look at Ato, it shouldn't be like this."

"It's been a long time since I've looked like that...... So ......."

"Give me a little more time to prepare, right?" The man looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.

He reached out and pressed his hand against the mirror, blood snaking down the mirror.

On the road he walked, there were also traces of blood.

……

[The lord said it wasn't time yet.] - Gin (Gin)]

[Give me a little more time to prepare, I want to see you in the most perfect posture.] 】

Aito looked at the two text messages on his phone, one after the other, and blinked.

He replied to Gin's message first.

[Okay.] - Evelear

Only then did Salvino reply to his message.

[Should I call you uncle?] - Evelear

[As long as you like. 】

[I think...... I think call you brother. - Evelear

Aitto looked at the news with a somewhat distressed expression.

Although we are all a family, if you change from an uncle to an older brother......

Isn't it strange that Salvino's brother is PAPA's boss?

[Then call me brother.] 】

[But...... Papa, ...... – Evelear

I don't care what other people think, Aitto, do what you want. 】

[Okay, brother.] - Evelear

Aito held his phone and smiled very contentedly.

Salvino's brother is the brother in his memory, and maybe he is still the brother who is related to him by blood.

He seemed to be recovering fragments of his memories.

In this case, sooner or later, he will be able to remember it all, right?

In this way, you can know why you were arrested in the first place.

and memories of family members from the past.

Memories are invaluable and important, so remember them quickly.

"What are my mom and dad like? And what is Salvino like? Do I look like them?" Aitto's tone was full of curiosity.

"What was I like before?"

"What have I done with my family before?

"Also, did I live with my family before?"

"I want to know, it must be a very cherished memory, and it must be a very sweet memory." He smiled sweetly.

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