Just by looking at her face, staring into her eyes, the Inferior felt his gaze couldn't leave her.
"…What is your name?"
The Inferior suddenly asked.
The girl felt a moment of confusion.
She hesitated for a second, "I am… Camarcel?"
"I mean, your original name…"
The Inferior asked earnestly, "Not as Camarcel, but as yourself… What is your name?"
"…That name no longer has any meaning."
The girl with black hair seemed somewhat desolate, "After taking on the name of Camarcel, my original life was already over. No one would ever mention that name again, my family, my friends have all left me… Even though I'm not completely Camarcel, I'm also no longer the person I used to be."
"—No. It has meaning."
The Inferior said solemnly, "Names have significance as long as someone is there to use them.
