Rorschach felt quite conflicted about the Northern Lands. His complicated feelings were not something that could be explained in a few sentences.
Even though his father had never said anything about it, whenever someone asked, "Where are you from?" About his hometown, he would give a different answer every time. Most of the time, he would mysteriously become someone from the same hometown, and none of his words were true.
When he was young, he had been curious and asked about it, but his father did not use any nonsense to fool him.
He always did not speak and only silently looked towards the North. After a while, he would turn around and smile at him.
"It's the North."
It was probably only at that time that he became serious and felt that he was not a sly old man but a father.
Now that Roxia had arrived in this world, he realized that the north he was looking at was probably a place that couldn't be reached no matter how hard he tried.
As such, even though he complained a lot about that irresponsible old man, he did not hate him at all.
Rorschach knew that he wanted to go back and could not let it go. However, the North in his heart was probably something that he would never be able to go back to.
If he went back, he would be unfamiliar with the people and the land, so he might as well not go back. Perhaps that way, he would be able to convince himself that nothing had changed.
However, his father had still taken something away from his hometown.
"Lan, huh …"
Surnames were an identity, but it was also an inheritance. When he was young, Rorschach did not understand. He was only troubled by his strange three-word name. Now that he was older, he felt even more confused.
Lan Heloise, Heloise. Her last surname was clearly different from his parents', and he had never heard his father call his mother Heloise.
"Oh, that's your mother's name. It sounds nice, right? People need surnames, so I'll just let you use it as your surname."
It was a completely unreliable answer, and it was full of nonsense. Rorschach had argued with other children many times over this when he was young. He even resented that person, and he did not even want to verify his children's names.
But now that she thought about it, she realized that she had misunderstood him. He was serious, serious about thinking about his children's future and avoiding a lot of trouble … And when she kept asking, she would only get different answers. Either they sounded like the truth, or they were obviously lies but were twisted truths. Gemini believed him every single time. This was probably his twisted way of caring for others.
"Heh, now that I think about it, maybe the 'honesty' talent was forced out by him. A sly old man who doesn't say a single honest word is really different from him in history."
After arriving here and getting used to life here, Roxia learned many new things. Roxia had also talked to Loli about this topic before, so he more or less understood their intentions. His resentment was greatly reduced, but there were still some things that he couldn't understand.
"He could have told us. It's not like we couldn't understand. He even deliberately made up stories again and again, saying that he was the descendant of a legendary hero, the stage name of a masked bandit. He was simply fooling us like we were children … Although we were indeed children at that time, this kind of behavior was too much. Was there a reason?"
"No, I couldn't find a reason no matter how hard I tried. If it wasn't for me coming to Aishi on my own, we would never have come into contact with this world. If he didn't tell us the truth, it's probably possible, perhaps … "
"… It's probably his bad taste. Or maybe it's their bad taste."
Thinking about how their parents seemed so unreliable and really might have done such a thing, Gemini could only smile wryly at each other.
Heloise was Gemini's family name. It was probably the family name that would bring the least trouble to their parents. And, their real family name was probably the abbreviation in the middle.
Since they had two children, they each had half of the family name. This was quite common in many families with many children.
Lori's H was on her mother's side. Now it seemed that it was on the elves' side.
Rorschach's L was on his father's side.
This was just a simple family name. It was something that both parents wanted their children to inherit from them. It didn't have any legal inheritance rights or any special meaning. However, it was obvious that the elves with long lifespans didn't think so.
And if Rorschach and Lori didn't accidentally return to Aishi, their descendant's family name would be Heloise, and they would have nothing to do with Aishi anymore.
"They probably want us to live like normal people for the rest of our lives."
"… Yeah."
This was probably a type of silent and twisted love between parents.
Lori's reply after a long period of silence probably wasn't hesitation. Rorschach didn't want to know, nor did he guess, whether it was annoyance or regret.
And now, Rorschach more or less understood why the two of them might still go to Aishi. They didn't explain it clearly.
There was no meaning in explaining it clearly. Trouble would still come, and it wouldn't change anything just because of a name.
Just like how Lori and her Game Church couldn't get rid of the trouble brought by H, his L would come knocking on his door sooner or later.
Especially when he unknowingly obtained more shards of Roland's Sword, and that legendary blade easily bound his soul and began to heal …
Oh, right, this fact. Rorschach himself was so scared that his face turned pale. After thinking it through, he carefully hid this secret, and didn't even dare to tell anyone other than Lori.
After confirming the fact that "the sword was becoming more complete," Rorschach knew that trouble would come knocking on his door sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.
He carefully distanced himself from the northerners, afraid that he would be dragged into this mess … He wasn't running away. He knew that what would come would come eventually. He only hoped that it would come later, when he was strong enough to control his own fate.
Perhaps, it was about time.
Perhaps, it was simply that he couldn't avoid it anymore.
Perhaps, they couldn't wait any longer.
Rorschach smiled at the little prince from the Northlands. His smile was far too complex.
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