“Here I am, imitating him like this.”
Aria continued in the clear, still-immature voice peculiar to a child.
“So why do you not imitate him at all?”
“Does having black hair mean I am not Gio?”
“Well…”
Aria took in the figure before her.
He wore neither the golden priest robes that symbolized the Sun nor the white cape that represented a priest of light, but a black cloak.
Unlike the man she remembered, he had pitch-black hair and a gloomy face utterly devoid of a smile.
There was something chilling about his very presence—something that could not be called human.
“……”
Even so, she could not say that he was not Giovanni.
“…I still do not quite understand.”
“I do not know what you mean.”
“Would you call something like this reincarnation?”
What a strange thing.
“It is not as though I have never seen such a case, but this seems different. Nor does it appear that you merely received divinity from the Sun God and became deified.”
How was she supposed to explain the Gio standing before her now?
“The Earthlings told me they call you ‘Black Cloak,’ do they not?”
“I was given that name.”
“Could that be considered your present identity?”
“It is only one of my names.”
“Yes, Giovanni.”
The young mermaid padded barefoot toward him.
“Were you…