"Sir? Ma'am?"
"Tsk! Could you stop looking at me with that lecherous stare? It's making my skin crawl."
I glared at him. He put away his lecherous grin and went back to staring blankly at the blue sky.
"I used to be just an ordinary person... Very ordinary. But something might've happened when I was little. My parents were gone, and then I was brainwashed..."
"You... remembered all that?"
Old Man Dragon froze for a moment, then abruptly turned to look at me. I instinctively turned to face him, too.
"You know what happened to me when I was little!?"
"How much do you remember?"
"You tell me first!"
"..."
He said nothing. He just watched me intently, as though waiting for me to continue.
I stared back at him for a long while. All right... I didn't have as much patience as he did.
"As I remember it, when I was six, my parents looked like completely different people. They weren't like I remembered them. As for the other details... I haven't remembered them yet."
Right, there were still some gaps in the logic of my memories. I'd gradually pieced that together over the past five years.
"I see..."
He murmured as he looked at me, then raised his head to gaze at the sky again.
"How much do you know about me?"
"Everything..."
Old Man Dragon spoke calmly, gazing at the sky.
I froze at his answer.
"Everything?"
"Everything."
He turned his head and looked me right in the eye, then suddenly gave me a sly smile.
"But I'm not telling you."
"You...!"
The question I'd been about to ask caught in my throat. I couldn't get a word out for a long moment. I could only stare wide-eyed at the shameless old man in front of me.