"Your name?"
"Yes!"
Melkiade took me to the drawing room, as if the story was going to be prolonged. There is a strawberry cake in front of me.
It looks delicious!
While eating hard, Melkiade asked back in a ridiculous tone.
"Why do you need a name?"
It is my spokesman Luciana, who answered Melkiade's question.
"There is a ceremony to put your name on the god's enemy, meaning that you will return to the arms of God before you leave the church following His Majesty Melkiade." I'd like you to give me the name of your choice, I want you to give me a name.
I shook my head violently in agreement.
"Isn't there originally a name?'
I just laughed.
"Well, it's..."
Luciana shut her mouth with a troubled look. Is that what you're reluctant to say?
I can't help it.
Instead of the unlucky Luciana, I stepped up.
"Actually I don't have a name!"
I said it with a smile on purpose, but the atmosphere got very cold.
Pft, I thought this would happen, so I purposely laughed.
"...what do you mean by no name?"
Melkiade asked back, "Maybe it's my first time hearing it." His sense of hypocrisy shook me as well.
Luciana, who received a sharp look, crouched down.
"So, it's..."
"Explain it properly."
Luciana's shoulders flinched.
It's not even Luciana's fault. Why are you talking to Luciana like that?
"It's all right. Ah. You can say it, Lucy.
I hugged Luciana and nodded, and Luciana opened her mouth, hesitating.
"She don't have an official name," she said.
I grinned as I watched Melkiade's usual eyes to see if that made sense.
"That's right, because I was born in Cabella Binh Minchon!"
".....!"
The expression faded from Melkiade's face. Kalian, who is behind Melkiade, who had no idea what he is thinking, is openly amazed.
Their eyes were on me at the same time.
Why are they so surprised?
Because the saintess of the Church was born in the world's most hideous slum? Or....
'Is it because you casually confided in the Vatican secrets they were trying to hide?
"Everyone's been calling me a kid, or there, girl, the same thing."
And ever since I entered the temple, I have been called Yeha.
"So I don't have a name!"
I couldn't have said this myself, but I felt sorry for him.
No, Priscilla was pathetic.
I know Priscilla is Priscilla, but she originally had no name.
A powerless child born and abandoned as an orphan whose parents did not know, and raised in the hands of a farmer and sold for a bottle of medicine.
