Chapter 1710 A Little Selfishness
"I'm curious, how old is a being like you?"
In the library, a girl sitting on a pile of books swings her legs casually, supporting the books on both sides with her hands, and curiously looks at the girl in front of her who is reading intently.
"Age?"
“He” tilted his not-so-bright head, tried hard to recall, and then shook his head.
"do not know……"
"Maybe Little No. 2 would know, but He doesn't want to tell me."
"Are those little second brothers you mentioned... your subordinates?"
“???” “He” turned around and looked curiously at Kiana who was waiting for a response.
The confusion in his eyes first focused on Kiana, then looked at his own hands, and finally fell on the position of his hands.
Obviously, "He" did not understand the meaning of the word "subordinates" at this moment.
"Sorry, I spoke too fast." Scratching her head, Kiana coughed lightly, and realized that asking this question was a bit embarrassing for "Him".
"If the apostle follows you, then how can you say that he knows but does not want to tell?"
“You can command Him to tell you.”
Kiana was really curious about this. Of course, it would also help her figure out what the relationship was between the Forerunner and the "Him" in front of her.
"But... that's not good."
But the answer he got was a decisive shake of his head.
"I don't want to do that, and I shouldn't do that to my family."
"Family?" This title made Kiana startled.
He jumped down from the tall pile of books and came before “Him”.
"You didn't order Xilin?"
Yes, Kiana guessed that Sirin betrayed because she was forced and ordered by the princess.
But now “His” answer denies this view.
As to whether “He” will lie.
Looking at the confused eyes of a girl who had lived for an unknown period of time, Kiana felt...
will not.
“He” will not and will not do so.
"You mean, the new little dick?"
"Yeah." Kiana naturally understood that the little second one was referring to Xilin.
So when he nodded, he stared at "Him"'s clear and innocent eyes, trying to see something else in them.
But sadly, there was nothing in that.
"I never told Him anything. Those were all His own choices."
"But..." Kiana wanted to say, if there was no reason, why would Xilin betray.
But just as he was about to say it, he realized that he was a little excited.
"call……"
"Then...can I ask one last question?"
At this point in the conversation, Kiana no longer had the heart to continue chatting.
Seeing “Him”’s expectant gaze, Kiana took a deep breath.
"Maybe this is weird, but..."
"I can feel that you are an extremely important person in my life."
"Can……"
"who are you?"
"..."
"Are you asking...my name?"
"I'm sorry, but the answer to this question may be..."
"No."
"He" shook his head slightly and closed the last book in his hand.
Yes, the last one.
He put it down gently, but raised his eyes and stared at the dazzling array of books on the bookshelf.
"Just like every book here has its own name, I have had many names."
"I have also opened them like this and seen the stories behind each name."
"But... none of that belongs to me."
"In that eternal and long life, I have had many shadows and many identities."
"But no one has ever called me by my real name. The gods called me Princess, Lord, and later the Ancestor of Nirvana."
"Until now, the only name I've been known to the world is..."
“Him”
"But you need a name." Kiana, who perhaps didn't even know why she was so excited at this moment, took a step forward.
This sentence was specially emphasized.
"name?"
“He” shook his head.
"If it's just a name, then it's meaningless..."
"No, the name carries more meaning than just a name." From the beginning of the negotiations till now, this might be the first time Kiana has had a conflict with Him.
Conflict of ideas.
"A name represents a person's life, just like the first cry after birth. It is the proof of your existence."
"Just like you said just now, the reason why a name is remembered is because there is a person's story behind it."
“It is not your name that adds meaning to you, but your life that adds a past worth remembering to your name.”
Kiana stretched out her hand and took the "last" book from "Him".
"There is a saying in our world that death is not the end, but oblivion is."
"As long as someone still remembers your name, your traces in this world will not disappear."
"Maybe this statement won't convince everyone, but at least now, I want to call you by your name."
"And not..."
"Him".
Perhaps this is what Kiana really thinks.
For some reason, he was unable to feel any hostility towards the person in front of him until now.
Perhaps at this moment, He really wanted to have a name that could be called "Him".
"Death is not the end, but oblivion is, right?"
For the first time, Kiana saw some human side in this girl who had difficulty expressing herself verbally and emotionally.
He savored these words like a teachable child.
So...what should I say at this time?
"I learned?"
"Thanks?"
Or raise new questions?
Countless cold data-like information flashed through his mind. Just like before, “He” should have found the corresponding answer here, and then imitated and learned...
But this time...
“He” hesitated.
“Him” raised his head, “Him” eyes, “Him” mind, “Him” heart slowly turned into nothingness.
At that moment, “He” threw away everything he had learned, recorded, and imitated.
Use the only emotion of “Him” that does not need to be learned or imitated.
smile.
Opening:
“If I discard the stories behind those names, my life is not worth remembering, not worth telling, and not worth your listening.”
"So……"
"Will you remember me?"
"Remember that in your life, there appeared someone like me..."
"people."
"..."
"I think I will."
Kiana was decisive and did not hesitate.
And this answer is what “He” wants.
At that moment, the smile on “His” face gradually faded.
The books around him slowly flew up, and the entire library turned into ashes and dissipated.
Kiana stood up and looked at this subversive transformation.
Finally, when everything disappeared, He found that he had already left his home and stood at the top of the tree, inside the cathedral.
Before Him was a sword.
A sharp blade that represents ominousness and death.
And that familiar figure passed by him and walked slowly to the long sword that was inserted diagonally into the ground.
That sword has always been here.
Now, its owner is back.
He stretched out his hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sharp blade slowly flashed with a faint blue light.
The sharp blade that had slaughtered countless gods and was stained with endless divine blood once again displayed its edge on this tree and in this sea.
"what are you up to?"
Kiana took a step forward.
He didn't know what was going on. They were chatting just fine, so why did it suddenly feel like a fight was about to break out?
But that girl...seemed relieved.
Or, in other words, “He” hesitated at the end of the road.
And when “He” hesitated, the human heart...beat slowly.
Perhaps, that is the proof of being human.
It's like walking through a long dark night, only to fall before dawn.
That “Him”…
You must be very unwilling, right?
But at this moment, “Him” was relieved, or rather, that little bit of selfishness that shouldn’t have been born in Him at that moment…
Got satisfied.
