After a good while, Philip gradually ca to himself.
Even so, he seed to have aged several years. At the mont when that dulled expression appeared, the carefree, hearty smile also vanished from his face.
"You... look familiar."
Philip no longer denied his identity.
He implicitly accepted Victor’s words and raised his head to counter-question, "Then who are you?
"To recognize , to know my true surna; even to be acquainted with Master Chiron, to know what sins Master Chiron had committed, to know information about the Great Calamity Curio, to know that Master Chiron might be aware of the secrets to the fall of the imperial capital... who are you, exactly?"
Without waiting for Victor’s response, Philip answered his own question, "You must have t before. But I have no recollection of you, so you are most likely not an elf of my age.
"You have gray eyes — but pure-blooded elves should have green eyes... If I’m not mistaken, when an elf’s eye color turns to a tallic hue, it’s a sign of multiple violations of the taboo."
Philip narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned slightly back, "You used to consu curse energy for prolonged periods. This would make an elf’s clear and pure condensed soul turn tallic.
"And you carry a heavy sin yet still live to this day... This indicates you must have perford great deeds, even enough to compensate for the sin of consuming the Blood of the World. Additionally, you ca here from the Winter Principality as the Hand of Winter, accompanying His Majesty Annan..."
His voice grew lower and lower.
Prince Philip was furrowing his brows in thought.
And Victor did not interrupt him, rely standing behind Annan in a servant’s attire with a smile on his face. His hands were clasped behind his back, his posture elegant and straight.
"...Who are you, after all?"
A long ti passed before Prince Philip finally asked, frowning, "mories of such a long span... I can’t recall anymore."
His mory loss was too severe.
Every ti he used the Fourth History, he would lose a quarter of his mories — which, of course, were not mories of his first life, but all the mories he had while using the Fourth History.
And the quarter of the mories lost was not a neat chop but as if data corruption had ruined so details from all mories.
He had been reincarnated so many tis that the mories of his earliest life had beco fragnted and scattered.
It was already quite sothing for him to recognize Chiron and know his own na.
— It was almost like senile dentia.
Annan thought.
And faced with Philip’s presentation, Victor did not seem surprised.
He just shook his head slightly and in a leading manner said, "I am Victor, Victor Frostword... do you still rember?"
"You..."
Philip’s brow was tightly furrowed.
Victor continued, "I lived in an era before ’Winter’ ca into existence. I am the founder of the ’Frostspeaker’ profession, the first frost language scholar in the world.
"I simplified the complex and inherently powerful dragon language, which is both unspeakable and incomprehensible to mortals, by removing so excessively fierce yang words, modifying so sounds that elves could not utter, and altering the grammar... I invented ’Frost Speech’, a language that even elves could speak and dragons could understand.
"I am the first elf without any Dragon Race bloodline to be bestowed with the na ’Frostspeech’ by the Elder Mother. Because my ’Frostspeech’ is not a family surna or the na of a ’Frost Speech Dragon Race,’ it is my title... just as you were once nad ’The Rhetorician’ by the Emperor.
"My wife was a dragon. She was the biological younger sister of the contemporary Frost Duke, and also the promoter of ’Frost Speech’ among the dragon community. She was not only my lover but also my ntor, and the partner who helped create the language of ’Frost Speech’..."
At this point, Victor suddenly paused.
Then, he began speaking again, "Of course, for mortals... another identity of mine is more morable to them.
"I am the fourth-generation Tower Master of the Storm Tower... that is, ’Lady of the Storm,’ Altas Frostword’s biological father, the Guardian of the Storm Ladies from the fourth to the tenth generation, and also the initiator and advocate of the ’Curse-Energy Abstinence’ movent.
"I have already said so much... do you still rember ? Or to say, do you still rember your elf self?"
Victor’s words left Philip in continuous silence.
The elf with frosty hair and gray eyes sighed, looking toward Philip, who was still sowhat bewildered.
There was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, mixed with pity, "Flall — in the elven language, this surna is called ’Person of Wisdom.’ Your most outstanding descendant, Nicholas Flall, was the improver of the Philosopher’s Stone.
"The Philosopher’s Stone could extend the lifespan of Transcendents of the Gold rank, greatly enhancing their power. And I believe, he would certainly not know... what a grotesque form his ancestor had adopted in order to ’survive.’"
Annan raised an eyebrow.
He had realized the crux of the issue.
Through so many rebirths, Philip’s mories from his first life had long been fragnted and incomplete. Aside from still rembering that he was once betrayed wholesale by the first Noah King and still knowing who he was... he had practically forgotten all common knowledge as an elf.
Even Philip himself might have started to doubt his initial mories. Those tattered mories might inevitably have forgotten so details... so Philip could only rely on logic and imagination to patch them up.
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