“...... I'm fine, ghost. ”

"I'm really fine."

"No, no, I'm fine, so you don't have to jump over the building with me...... My body is fine. ”

For the first time in the cold night, Karil Lohals sighed helplessly at the Wraith, who was stubbornly standing at the edge of the Silverwing Carrion Clan's spire, holding out a hand towards him.

This position was held for three minutes.

What he wanted to do, it was already obvious.

"I'm really fine." Carlil repeated it again. "I'm healthy and don't have any problems."

"You didn't even have a heartbeat or breath ten minutes ago ......"

The ghost grunted. "The voice said to die again, some devil or something...... You're definitely feeling as much pain now as you did before. ”

“...... I don't feel any pain. ”

"Really?"

"I didn't lie to you."

Hearing this, the ghost suddenly frowned, and retorted loudly: "You didn't lie to me, but you didn't tell me either!" You asked me to clean up the sentry, but I came here myself! ”

“......”

Karil rubbed his brow in a headache, and he sighed heavily as he sat down on the edge of the spire. The night was still long, and he was willing and had to spend ten minutes working it out before going to deal with the ghost one last thing.

"Alright, Spirit, let's start at the beginning...... Are you going to stand there and listen to me, or are you going to be polite and talk to me? ”

The Wraith pursed his lips and walked over and crouched down beside Carlil, who was still a lot taller than the former.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you." Carlil said. "I didn't tell you what I'm going to do, I'm sorry, Ghost."

The ghost didn't speak, just nodded, expressionless, but Carlil could tell his mood right now.

That's a palpable dissatisfaction.

"Secondly, how did that voice get in touch with you?" Carlil asked quietly.

The ghost blinked, and spent five minutes describing how he had seen the vision in a state of distraction, and how he had heard the voice when he saw Carlil's corpse.

What he said was very simple, and although the language description was straightforward, it was clear enough that not a single detail was missed, including how he felt at the time.

Carlil pursed his lips.

“...... So, you see the future of my death? ”

"It's not! You're not dead in that illusion! ”

The ghost's eyes widened. "But I see you drowning in a lot of blood! You're floating in it! Nostramo was also ignited by a fire like blood! ”

Blood......

Carlile narrowed his eyes and quietly jotted down the incident, then brought up another: "That voice calls you Conrad Coetzes?" ”

The ghost nodded slightly. "Yes, I asked him who it was, and he said it was me."

It seems to be a person. Carlil thought.

Be wary though, as they call him Prometheus...... Also, my body...... What's going on here?

Carlil lowered his head, raised his right hand and clenched his fist. A sense of abundant power flowed through his body, and this feeling was not quite the same as the feeling he had had when he had received his power before.

If you have to say it...... A bit of sun-like warmth. Carlil didn't know if this was a good thing, and he decided to wait and see before considering whether to continue using it.

"Did he say anything else?" Carlil asked again.

"He also said you're going to be in pain." The ghost replied quickly, then pointed to the top of the tall building across the spire and held out his left hand towards Carlil.

“...... I don't hurt. Carlil said weakly. My body is really fine, ghost. ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, I didn't lie - well, maybe I lied to you once, I apologize, okay? I'm sorry. ”

"Well, I trust you, Carlile. Oh, and he also said you'd walk through the veil. The ghost nodded, satisfied, and continued.

Carlil frowned sharply.

He didn't understand what this Prometheus thought, why did he even tell the ghost about this? Although he claims to be the ghost's father, he ......

Carlil glanced at the ghost.

The latter was looking at him with his eyes open, pale and dark, and looked very different from the dark-skinned man who stood on the prairie.

It doesn't look like it at all...... He thought.

Forget it, anyway-

"What else?" Carlil asked.

"He also said he would come with my brothers."

The ghost ripped at the hair that was scattered across his forehead in confusion, his expression puzzled.

"Who the hell is he? And what about my brothers? Do you think my brothers look just like me, Carlil? ”

I don't know? I didn't even know you had a brother, I thought you were ...... Alas.

“...... Perhaps. Carlil said quietly. As for who he is...... He should be your father. ”

The ghost's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why do you have that expression?"

"Father?!" The ghost shouted with wide eyes. "My?! Didn't I come out of the lab?! ”

“......”

Carlil forced himself to resist the urge to sigh, he didn't want this slightly negative attitude to affect the ghost's mood. After all, the feeling of suddenly learning that I have a father and brother I have never met should be quite shocking.

And, what that lab says...... He was the one who told the ghost.

He began to continue his analysis.

"So, as things stand, you have brothers, and fathers — that means you might have a family, ghosts, no, no, Conrad Coetze."

Carlil frowned as he analyzed: "It's just ......"

"Just what, Carlil?"

It's just that I don't quite understand how he became your father by what means. Carlil thought to himself. Although he was wearing a dazzling golden armor and could still make two moves with those things, at least he looked like his body proportions were still at a normal level.

And you, the difference between you and humans is too great...... You're over three meters tall at a year and a half.

"It's all right, Conrad." Carlil said. "Plus, I'll call you by that name in the future."

"I don't like the name." The ghost shook his head. "It's awkward."

“...... Your father gave you this name. ”

"Didn't you say he should? Yes, that means he may or may not be, right? ”

The ghost tilted its head. "If he's not, why should I accept the name?"

“...... So be it. ”

Carlil couldn't help but laugh. "When he comes, we'll find out if he's your father or not, and then decide if you want to accept the name. Is that okay? ”

The ghost nodded, his expression finally satisfied.

"So, is there anything else?" Carlil asked. "Did he say anything else?"

"Nope." The ghost shook his head, a little dazed. "He said I had seen my brothers in a vision...... But I don't remember. ”

"Your brother...... We'll talk about that later, and hopefully they'll not be too difficult to get along with. ”

"Why do you think that? You haven't seen them. The ghost asked, puzzled.

Because, if they were all like you...... Superhuman, then, I'm afraid your brother will have some psychological problems.

This is inevitable, geniuses are mostly eccentric, let alone a group of real supermen?

Moreover, a psychologically abnormal person may turn into an antisocial personality after years of depression, moving from hurting himself to hurting others. If one of your brothers is one of these people......

Tut.

Also, that Prometheus has the ability to create so many supermen...... Who the hell is he?

"Because I'm a pessimist." Carlil said. "I'm used to looking at everything from a pessimistic point of view."

The ghost blinked, "You don't seem to be doing well like this, Carlil. Hello negative. ”

“......”

Carlil stood up angrily, not knowing how to answer the ghost's words.

He then pulled the subject away, "Okay, the chattime is over, and the problem is solved—is there anything else you want to ask me, Ghost?" ”

“......”

"Ghosts?"

"Yes......" the ghost said, pursed his lips. Carlile, can you stop doing this in the future? ”

Carlil was stunned.

And the ghosts continue.

"I don't like pain, so you shouldn't either, no one likes pain, right?" The ghost said with his head down.

He was much taller than Carlil, but now he looked like a helpless child.

The voice...... My father, he said, the pain of resurrecting a ghost is no less than dying again. Can you not die? ”

......

However, people will die eventually, ghosts.

Carlil chuckled silently.

People will always die, and the meaning of death is to put an end to life. What is the meaning of life if there is no death?

The difference is only in the way of death, murdered, oppressed to death...... And peaceful rest are two different things.

...... What do I think I'm doing with this?

The silent chuckle gradually shifted to an uncontrollable laugh, the first time he had laughed so happily on the Nostramo, and the ghost looked up at him quizzically.

"What's wrong with you, Carlil?"

"It's okay, Ghost." Carlil said.

"However, I can't guarantee that I won't die, no one can make such a guarantee, there is a limit to the life span of a person. I can try to stay alive though...... So, what do you think? ”

The ghost thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Very well, then, let's go—the last family, after dealing with it, we can rest for a while and wait for things to develop...... By the way, he's not the father you 'should' be. ”

Carlil turned his head and said with a serious expression, "If you want to express your uncertainty about his identity, you should use the phrase 'my possible father', understand?" ”

“...... Oh. So, he's my possible father? ”

“...... If you want to say that, change the sentence to 'he could be my father', in Nostramo language. ”

The Wraith nodded honestly, and jumped down the eerie spire with Carlil.

Above their heads, the night gazes quietly.