Ethan's POV
Her childlike excitement perplexed me, especially how she instantly identified it as a memory fragment. Frowning slightly, I asked in a low voice as my curiosity was piqued by her certainty.
"Why did you assume I was in a memory fragment without me even explaining it in detail?"
"Ah, you don't know? Wait, I have wanted to ask this from that auction day. What is your origin, Brother Ethan? And I want the truth because every scion of any race on the Blood Veil Continent would understand why I assumed it was a memory fragment."
Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and her voice was tinged with excitement and gentle insistence.
Though my master had warned me against disclosing my origin, I trusted Virelle. I was confident in my judgment which was shaped by my experiences from both my lives.
And a person with whom I had almost shared my first time was someone my instincts read clearly and beyond doubt.
