"A child of one and a half years old...shouldn't be able to speak yet, right?"
"Beyard" tapped his amber-colored wine glass lightly, speaking with some surprise.
"That's probably right. One or two words will still be fine, complete sentences though, those indeed can't be said."
Franz Pomponazzi nodded: "Before I learned to speak, I could already kill. That was my first time drawing blood from a living person, rather than drinking from a blood bottle."
"When I grew older, I found out... apparently everyone knew about it. It seemed like they all knew... that when I had just learned to walk, I personally killed my own biological sister. Hahaha..."
He laughed out loud, but there was no joy to be heard in his laughter.
He put his wine glass back on the table.
Even though the wine in that glass was supreme in this world, he had no interest in drinking it.
"Do you still remember, what people used to call me back then?"
