Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 192

Chapter 192. An Unexpected Relationship. (3/7)

“Haaaaaah. What else do you get called by the people in the academy?”

“The Black-Pink Killer Lady. Slut. Bitch. Whore. Prostitute. Girl who gives amazing head. Girl I want to have sex with.” She innocently recited the nas she was called at the academy while she counted them off on her fingers one by one. I was ready to kick her a few nas in.

“Those aren’t nas, you idiot! Don’t let them bully you like that either, damn it!”

“Ah. But they are nas I’m commonly called. Should I try signing with those to see if any of them work?”

“Hell no. I’m not going to go around calling you by those nas in front of others. Screw it, I’ll give you a proper na myself if that’s what it takes. From now on your surna will be Sozen. The sa as mine. As for your first na… let think about it a bit. I need to do so research for sothing that fits you.”

When I said that, she was wide-eyed. It looked like she didn’t know what to say.

I pulled out my phone and searched online. My first thought was to na her based on her eyes. Heterochromia. Maybe Chromia? I thought it wasn’t bad, but I still tried to think of sothing better.

I was an author who often had to co up with nas for characters. It was typically my weakest area though. I’d often just take a word and translate it to another language. I’d end up with so awful nas. I tried searching for pink in other languages, but the best ones ca back as Rosa, Roza, and Rose. I cursed my girlfriend for already being given that na and for the others sounding so similar. I’d look like an awful piece of shit if I nad this pitiful naless girl after my girlfriend.

It would just show how little thought I put into it. There was no way I could do that.

What about pink flowers? I’d used flowers in the past to na characters. And wasn’t the origin of the Owner’s last na also a flower?

Yeah, flowers were no doubt the way to go for a girl’s na. Surely. They slt nice like flowers unlike guys after all.

I looked through the flowers one by one in a list soone wrote up and eventually stopped when I read the na Wisteria. It caught my eyes. I liked the sound of it. When I read up about them I found that such a flower might even fit her too well.

Satisfied with the na I opened my mouth and muttered it to hear how it rolled off the tongue, “Wisteria Sozen.”

I looked up and the girl in front of looked panicked.

“Huh? Wha- Uh… Wisteria? Is that what you ca up with?”

“Yeah, do you dislike it?”

“Uh… it sounds… a bit nice… I guess.”

I explained my line of reasoning, “They grow up to thirty feet long, similar to your thirty years of life. The ‘ia’ at the end of Wisteria acts as a reminder of your heterochromia eyes. It is a flower that cos in a variety of colors ranging from white, lavender-blue, lilac, pink, mauve, purple, lilac, to rich pink. If you ever change the color of your hair dye, it will still be a na that matches you. Though there aren’t any black-colored Wisteria, I think its variation in colors fits your differently colored eyes and hair. However, there is a purple variant called Black Dragon Wisteria. So though it seems there are no black-colored ones, black is still there in the na. Kind of like your hair as well, even if you dye it, your original hair color is still black.”

“Black Dragon Wisteria? There is actually a flower called that?”

“Yeah. Do you like it? It sounds kind of cool for an assassin if you ask . Screw the ‘Man Killer’ nonsense for your code na while you’re at the academy from now on. The person who gave you that codena has no imagination.”

“Wisteria Sozen? That’s my na?”

“Yes.”

“But… you said Sozen is your own last na. Are you really fine with having the sa last na as you?”

I got to work on writing up the contract one more ti while I talked to her and thought about various things.

“Wisteria, we are two people who don’t have families. As far as I’m concerned, my so-called blood relatives are all as good as dead. Us two loners without blood ties to anyone in this world should stick together. I’ve also found through experience that the best kinds of families are the ones not tied to you by blood. Blood-related families just turn against each other at so point when generations grow too distant. Their sense of unity is a ss and things beco ugly at the drop of a hat when the word inheritance is ntioned. When people say blood runs thick, they definitely never t the people who were supposedly related to by blood.”

I wasn’t pulling shit out of my ass. Everything my mother was ever supposed to inherit was snatched and stolen by her own mother, brothers, and their children. She was the unloved one in her family, betrayed by almost everyone around her at every turn.

When her father worked hard to co up to this country as a teacher bringing his family with him, he was repaid with betrayal. His wife divorced him soon after and took almost everything he had. His wife then used deceptive thods, going so far as having my mother’s teachers convince her daughter to stay with her rather than her father. His wife only ca to this country with him to divorce where it would work out most beneficial to her.

Her plan was to take custody of all their children and return to her ho country. She would then be legally entitled to child support because of the laws in this country. This was why I had no positive feelings toward child support. I’d seen both sides of the story. It wasn’t as great a thing as it seed. It could be used in awful manipulative ways like this to turn a pitiful man into a slave. My mother also never viewed child support as anything that great for this very reason, she didn’t want to beco like her own mother. At least, that was what I inferred.

After that, her mother brought her children back to her ho country. She later manipulated her parents into giving her land that was intended for my mother in the future. She ended up selling off that land and used the money to construct a large residence. With her ho above, living like a queen, she had two office spaces available beneath her that she rented out. One was rented out to an insurance company while the other was rented out of a pharmacy.

Truly, if soone was ever interested in making money, these were exactly the two types of businesses one would look to.

She’d lied to my mother during the construction and told her that these areas were where she would stay. What she didn’t say was that she ant the small cramped area behind the two office spaces that could only be accessed from the back of the building.

Her mother aside, my mother’s father found himself betrayed and abandoned in this country. He didn’t return to his ho country like the snake who divorced him, he’d already taken out a mortgage on a house in this country by that point in his life. He was trapped and cornered. He remained in this country and lived out a lonely life all by himself.

All the while, the pigs in my mother’s ho country got to live lavish easy lives filled with luxury. When my mother finished high school, she returned to the country where her father was abandoned and stayed with him. It was only thanks to my mother’s father who sponsored her that she had even a slim chance to co back to this country to work and receive a university-level education.

He wasn’t a shit father like that man turned out to be in the end. It was a sha he was already dead and no longer a part of this world. He was the only family mber that had ever done anything for my forsaken mother.

In the end, the firstborn son took the majority of everything while my mother lived with her father in this country. The second-born took the leftovers.