Chapter 119
Chapter 119
The incense smoke curled around Agatha and me, rising and swaying as if enveloping us.
‘Agatha Custoria.’
Even I found it hard to believe after saying that name.
The elder lying in bed was Agatha Custoria. A figure from over two hundred years ago. Even among full-body prosthetic nobles, it was rare for someone to live beyond two centuries. Roughly calculating, Agatha had survived close to three centuries.
‘Agatha called me Noel. She believes I am Noel’s reincarnation.’
Reincarnation and the cycle of rebirth were nonsense. When one dies, everything vanishes. Consciousness was merely the result of electrical and chemical reactions.
Agatha simply wanted to believe in superstitious concepts. It was an illusion born from her feeble mind. More than anything, Agatha herself admitted that she had grown weak, which was why she now believed in such things.
‘But I need to take advantage of Agatha’s goodwill.’
I half-opened my eyes and gently clasped Agatha’s hand.
“If you mean Noel, are you referring to Noel Mullizcane?”
“...Mullizcane was a name added later. Noel was simply Noel. I never liked the name Mullizcane.”