"Clifford…Devoe?" Standing frozen for a moment after hearing Credo's words, Clifford managed to speak quietly, muttering, "What is the name of their patriarch?" Curious if his father was still alive somehow, Clifford asked.
"Patriarch? Haha, there is no such thing since he died a couple of years ago. Right now, one of these sect remnants is impersonating him and using his family as a hideout for their shady operations." Pausing to ponder for a moment, Credo inspected Clifford carefully to gauge his reaction. "Alexander, that's the name that fool is impersonating."
"That's my father's name… but how do you know for sure that he's dead?"
"Through the emperor, of course. You know that my master's master is the emperor himself, right? So when you told your story to him, it was bound to reach the emperor sooner or later. Your arrogance and characteristics match your father's when he was young, and the emperor confirmed your origin himself."
