- In Ricardo’s Viewing -

I looked at Mikhail’s eyes cautiously.

"What did you say…?"

Mikhail’s eyes, which initially reflected confusion, soon began to burn with anger.

"How do you know that name?"

"Because I am that person…" I said in a trembling voice.

"Shut up…"

Mikhail demanded to know how I knew the name from a memory that no one else could possibly know. Revealing more emotion than when harming someone, Mikhail shouted in rage.

"Don’t you dare speak of my memories with that filthy mouth."

In the viewing, I awkwardly smiled. I didn’t know how to handle the …