As the Paradox Flame Butterfly transformed into a Flame Butterfly and flew back to Iver's shoulder, the radiance in Diomedes's eyes gradually faded.
The incredibly dim room brightened once more, and the afternoon sunlight poured back into the Queen's bedroom through the glass window.
"Big brother... No, elder brother."
The Paradox Flame Butterfly had deliberately chosen a different form of address from Yulia. That lazy yet gentle voice, soft as a whisper by one's ear before sleep, echoed in Iver's heart: "I remembered that you gave the Night Demon a name..."
"That was her own name to begin with..."
Iver felt somewhat helpless.
"I once had a name, too."
The Paradox Flame Butterfly's tone was resolute. "It was Yulia Moriarty."
Hearing that, Iver understood what she was thinking.
Little Butterfly believed that Iver's feelings for her stemmed from his transference of feelings for Yulia... Or perhaps she already knew that wasn't the case, but still wanted proof.
Iver could patiently explain his feelings toward her, but he was afraid that wouldn't make her happy.
"Then I'll give you a gift..."
Iver made up his mind. "A blessing for the moment of your rebirth."
He could sense how extraordinarily satisfied Little Butterfly was by killing Drost. She had even disregarded her image and forgotten to give Iver two punches as well... Only after completely destroying Drost did she finally calm down.
For her, this was indeed a moment of rebirth worth celebrating and engraving in her memory.
...After all, it was indeed somewhat unreasonable that he had never given Little Butterfly a proper name. Before this, Little Butterfly had lacked a complete personality and had even struggled to speak. But now, her thoughts and intelligence were no different from those of an ordinary person. She had to be treated with respect.