Chapter 168
It’s the fourth time he’s called me "the Ninth" and it’s already getting annoying.
"Does the Ninth want me to seat by their side?!"; "Ninth... I would like you to try this sweet...", and now this.
Does he intend on forgetting our name? Only because of a title??? Nonsense, pure nonsense.
I take the honour of being a filthy commoner in my past life. Yes, I do feel high and mighty when people call me "Lady" but I’m sure every other mere mortal from my times would feel like that.
However, It’s a different story when being called a number.
I feel like I’m part of a furniture catalogue or even worse. Since I figured Empress Calla made a sacrifice... I feel like my head’s label was announced to take to the slaughterhouse.
Maybe I’m wrong... But what if I’m not?!
’Yes. It sounds cool, pretty, elegant, marvellous and all my existence already was. But, mate, I have a name. WE have a name. To your information, you have two people who were named here.’ — Playing some deserved narcissism, I commented with Marianne, who was learning well how to follow my narcissist jokes with a supporting sensation a good lackey kind of student would give.
’We should do something about it later. The name your Father gave you is no mere decoration too, didn’t he say he chose it thinking... Uh... How was it... Ugh, I have it on the tip of my tongue!’
"..."
As it had passed some time, I was struggling to get the exact words he had said back then. All I could recall was the warm and tingling sensation we felt when hearing it, which made my efforts to recall become new suffering.
’Uh... Ah~ what was it!!? Me and my- ’