"...What's your name?"
Suddenly, Rudeus's childish voice rang out, forcing Alaric out of his thoughts and back to reality.
"Ah…"
Only then did The King realize that there was still a child beside him.
And this child had just gone through a lot of tragedy.
"I'm Alaric Valthor. Nice to meet you. What's your name, little one?"
"...Rudeus Greyrat."
"Rudeus Greyrat? That's a pretty name."
To be honest, The King didn't understand names at all, nor did he know what they meant or if they were pretty or not.
But which child wouldn't like to be complimented?
"...Yes."
However, Rudeus was a different case.
The boy just nodded indifferently and expressionlessly, as if completely unconcerned with anything else.
Then, with his eyes filled with darkness, Rudeus glanced around.
"Is there no one alive? My mother, my father, my family, my friends?"
"I'm sorry. You're the only one I could find. The others are… dead."
Alaric patted the boy's head guiltily.
