'It's only natural for me to know. I took care of her, raised her, fed her, taught her, and loved her. Young man, your mother, Noelle El Andrei, is my younger sister.'
Toshirou pondered deep on the man's words as he lay down on the bed on his back, his eyes concentrating on the ceiling.
But then again, now that he looked at it, their facial structures were very similar, though with his mother being female, and Mahalalel being male. It was unexpected, yes, but it was also mysterious in its own way.
'Where had he been all this time? Why had his mother never mentioned it to him? Why did he want to help him? What exactly did he want?'
