He was scared, but he couldn't tell.

Or rather, he thinks it's better not to say it.

The giant lay on his stomach by the side of his cradle. He didn't know why he felt that the other party was very tall, even if the other party was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes, but he just knew what a normal person should be.

Then a whole bunch of knowledge about race, color, and even anatomical principles rushed into his brain, leaving him half-stunned for a moment with his mouth open.

So, giants should be people. After sorting out the new knowledge, or the encapsulated knowledge that had just been unlocked—he hadn't seen the lock either, but he just knew—he judged.

…… It should be, he added cautiously.

But he found that compared to the person in front of him, the person in his memory was a little too shabby. People usually don't have white skin and hair, but their eyes are as bright as crystal. People with albinism who lack pigment often have unsightly red eyes, the color of the blood vessels behind the iris that are nearly transparent. Obviously, this is not knowledge acquired through learning, but a kind of reflexive thinking.

He panicked a little, but quickly calmed down, and since this was the case, it must make sense. He even quoted a philosopher's aphorism – wait, what is a philosopher?

Something slid past, its pale face like a ghost, and its dark eyes filled its sockets, as if it had evolved into a long-term lack of light. These terms, along with the philosopher's concept, came into his mind. Now he has a bit of a headache.

This shouldn't be a person, he made a note in his heart again. It is not a human being that should be feared, although he does not know why, this part of knowledge does not actively jump out, as if it is just a necessary instinct

The thing sensed the gaze and hissed at him twice, baring out its white teeth. He sat back in the cradle and shrunk into the quilt.

The giant said something gently. He cautiously poked his head out a little, and saw the geist-like creature's eyes roll upward, and the white-haired giant just smiled and held out a finger at him.

"I'm Vogrim, don't be afraid, it's safe here." He smiled heartily.

Now he was even more nervous, and began to hesitate his previous judgment. Then he learned that a mentally abnormal person is also a human being, but sometimes it is just as dangerous as a non-human being; And mentally sound people are also dangerous at times because they can think of each other as insane......

His head hurt a little.

The thing with a woman's face was gone—or rather crawled over, and something suddenly sparked in the corner, but no one was surprised. It's a bit like the mythical hell, does he need to kneel and pray?

Fogrem shrugged, "Don't be so nervous. ”

He was looking up the definition of prayer and learned that it was probably a one-sided bargaining between man and God...... It's weird, maybe the knowledge in your head isn't necessarily that good.

"Confused? How cute, children are always full of question marks. Fogham laughed again, and he began to wonder if the muscles in the other man's face should stiffen over this.

He kind of wanted to pretend to be asleep.

Those jewel-like purple eyes looked over. "Don't like it?"

“…… Yes. He weighed it and thought it would be more appropriate to pretend he didn't understand.

"It's normal, it's so shabby here." Fogham shrugged at Shelley's fierce glare, "Not for a beautiful kid like you, but be patient, okay?" ”

He looked at his small, fleshy hand clutching the edge of the cradle, and then at the other's shining silver hair and sculptural features, not quite understanding what the man was saying.

Victor finally stopped what he was doing and looked at the phoenix with an indescribable gaze. "You know he's only three days old, right?"

"Hmm."

"You know what you just said in Standard High Gothic, and how many obscure words you used?"

"Hmm."

"You know he didn't say anything the whole time, right?"

"Huh?"

"Didn't you get rid of the toxins?" The Midnight Lord asked heartily.

"I think it's just like that's when the platoon is clean—come and get a hand," Shelley shook his head, "I can sell Fogham for a frigate now." ”

"I can sell him upside down." Victor replied gloomily.

When he saw his mother's figure hurrying over, he felt that he was the luckiest child in the world.