The Evil Scientist is Too Competent

The next day.

I received an identification card from Regalia.

“Here, this is yours,” she said.

“What’s this…?”

“It’s a means to prove your identity in this city.”

The ID she handed me bore a picture of me — one I had no idea when it was taken — with the name “Eight” written on it. Naturally, that wasn’t my name.

“Eight…? Who’s that? And when was this photo taken—”

“Who do you think? It’s your name. From now on, you’re Eight. The name you mentioned, Kim… something or other, was just too exotic, don’t you think? No matter what, I can’t create a fake ID with a name that stands out like that.”

“…Understood.”