Chapter 3 - She’s My Mother (3) (2/2)

The man complained to me.

I tilted my head with a blank face.

“Are you doubting me?”

The man spoke as he noticed the suspicion in my eyes.

“Yes, the beggar suspects you.”

I answered with a nod of my head.

The fact that I was called a beggar only fueled me.

The man spat in anger.

“I am John Lancaster.”

“What?”

“….”

John. It was a familiar name for some reason. I tried to recall where I’d heard the name before, but to the me who was wandering about the streets with no memory, nothing came to mind.

“Well, that’s a good name.”

Kirk!

The man touched my forehead with a serious face and spoke, “That’s fantastic. Listen, I’m the youngest person to inherit the title of Duke and I have a lot of accomplishments. There is also a title that was given to me by the King himself. Do you know who I am now?”

So he was just a big, powerful guy, right? I wasn’t that interested in whether he was the youngest person to become a duke or any such merit. The only thing I was interested in was… growl….

There was another loud noise in my stomach.

“Was that a horse?”

John asked in a silly tone.

“If you come with me, rice will be served.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To eat rice.”

“I won.”

He laughed disappointingly.

It must have been such a disappointment for him to go eat. I stared into his dejected smile. His laughter and voice were still ringing in my ears. As I dwelled on his voice, it suddenly felt strange.

It was because I felt a sense of wonder.

I feel as if I’d heard the good voice of this man before.

Where did I hear his name before?

“Ah! ”

Fortunately, I remembered the source of the voice right away.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

The voice of John and the voice of the man whom I had often heard in my dreams. It was strange. I asked him the first thing I knew.

“John Lancaster. Have we ever met each other before?”