Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 71 The Cold-Hearted Rosen

"You can just call me Gehrman. I'm here to see... this Mr. Azik Eggers." Klein first corrected Moretti's form of address, then his gaze fell on the smiling Azik beside him. In that instant, Klein seemed to see some images, which made him laugh.

Klein wasn't sure if he could maintain the same good relationship with Mr. Azik that was destined to be, but he thought it was worth a try.

"Looking for me?" Azik was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to be involved. He looked at the two of them questioningly and asked, "So, what's the matter?"

Klein, who had just been full of ambition, paused for a moment, suddenly feeling conflicted and unsure of where to begin the conversation.

It wasn't that Mr. Fool's emotional intelligence suddenly decreased; on the contrary, it was precisely because he had high emotional intelligence that he was even more unsure which approach was more appropriate. He felt that any approach was acceptable, yet each approach might be somewhat presumptuous.

"Long time no see, Azik. Perhaps you still remember me?" Rosen glanced at the disappointing Mr. Fool, shook his head, and decided to set an example first, giving Mr. Fool some time to think.

"You...it's you?" Azik's eyes widened slightly at that moment, because he sensed the aura that Rosen had deliberately revealed just now. It was the aura that had appeared in the memory he had suddenly recalled a few days ago, originating from a mysterious parasite.

In that memory, He was ordered by a being who seemed to be His father to investigate the scene after the angels' battle, but unfortunately He was parasitized. However, the being that parasitized Him did not seem to have any ill intentions; He simply talked to Him about topics that Azik couldn't quite understand in his current state before leaving.

In his later memories, He naturally investigated the people who appeared at the scene of the battle that day. After all, it was His father's order, and the one who parasitized Him was very likely one of them.

The investigation revealed that most of the people involved in that battle were not unfamiliar to Azik; they were angels whom He had encountered or heard of, except for one—Rosen Nicholas, a stranger who was suspected to be Amon's brother.

His memory failed to uncover any further information about this Rosen; the man seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, leaving no trace of his past.

The inexplicable recollection ended there. Azik broke free from his memories, looked at the young man before him, gave a wry smile, and said, "You are as mysterious as ever." He wasn't too nervous, after all, at least in the memory he recalled, the other party didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards him.

At the moment, Azik did not sense any malice from the person in front of him.

"I'm glad I made such a good impression on you." Rosen smiled. He knew that Azik probably viewed the memories related to him as a sudden recollection of the past. This made perfect sense for someone with amnesia.

Rosen didn't try to correct him; he just smiled and said, "Would you mind talking about it? Perhaps I can give you some answers or advice about your past."

The past? Mr. Azik has amnesia?

Klein was taken aback by what he heard and looked at Azik.

Azik hesitated for only a second before nodding, after all, he really wanted to know about his past, and the person in front of him was clearly related to his past.

Moreover, Azik wasn't stupid. From the memory he recalled, he could tell that the person in front of him was definitely a very powerful being. If the other party had any intentions towards him, there was no need to ask for his opinion.

Since they were going to talk about the past, it was impossible to do so in the office in front of other people, so Azik said goodbye to Moretti along with Rosen and Klein.

After leaving the history department office, the three walked to a quiet corner. Azik spoke first: "Was I a very cold person in the past?"

"You know?" Rosen looked up at him and asked with a smile.

"Although I only recalled fragments of memories, even in those few fragments, I could feel how cold-hearted, how...cruel I used to be." Azik lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat dazed, as if lost in some kind of recollection:

"I know He is me, but I find it hard to accept that He is me. It's so strange. Was I really that kind of person? It's such a disconnect. How can there be such a big difference between Him and me, the same person..."

"I think it's quite normal. You were deeply influenced by Death, your humanity almost completely suppressed by divinity. In that situation, you were no different from a Death puppet, let alone having any self-will." Rosen, after hearing his slightly confused and pained words, was not surprised and smiled as he said:

"Now, after experiencing reincarnation time and time again, you have washed away your former madness and divinity, freed yourself from the influence of death, and naturally begun to reveal your true nature. And your true nature is clearly completely different from what you showed when you were the Death Archon."

"...That sounds like a reasonable explanation. Thank you, this clears up some of my doubts." Azik paused for a few seconds, then gave a gentle smile. He looked at Rosen and said:

"You know me very well, so after that first encounter, we did indeed have contact many more times, right?"

Rosen blinked, met Azik's gaze, neither confirming nor denying, but suddenly smiled and said, "Azik, do you want to regain your past memories?"

"I...I don't know." Azik shook his head, slightly bewildered. His expression was pained and conflicted, and his voice was very soft.

"I want to find my past, I always have, but I'm also very afraid. I'm afraid I'll become the cold-hearted person I remember. I don't know, I don't know what to do..."

"How pitiful!" Rosen's eyes seemed to hold a hint of pity. He shook his head, then suddenly changed the subject, saying, "Azik, do you know? Gehrman recently resolved a case involving the descent of a true Creator's offspring. In that case, the participants used the characteristics of a descendant of the Grim Reaper to ensure the success of the ritual."

Azik paused for a moment, then suddenly realized something and looked at Rosen.

Rosen met his gaze, smiled, but his words were chilling: "That descendant of the Grim Reaper was your child. He could have rested in peace, but he was disturbed by others. Not only were his special characteristics taken away, but even his spirit was forced to degenerate into an evil spirit."

"No, this, why...?" Even though he had already anticipated it, Azik still opened his eyes wide in pain upon receiving confirmation.

He undoubtedly cared about the child, and even though he couldn't remember anything about the child Rosen described, his paternal instincts still caused him pain.

No loving father can bear the thought that his child will not find peace even after death.

"Because he is a descendant of Death, he is special, coveted, and his father is powerless to protect him." Rosen's tone was sharp as he looked at Azik, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Do you think you can escape your fate? Don't be naive. As long as you are still a child of death, as long as you still possess that special quality, fate will not let you go."