Raising his weapon at Kuta again would truly have been rude.
Besides, Kuta had even greeted him.
Although he had many questions, those could wait. He did not believe it was a coincidence that Kuta, who knew his true identity and real name, had appeared here and sought him out.
Slipping his weapon back onto his back, Kyros looked up at Kuta and solemnly extended his right hand to shake his. "Hello!"
Lowering his hand, he continued, "May I ask your name, sir, and what brings you here?"
He had failed to recognize Kuta.
After all, he was currently a wanted fugitive in Dressrosa.
Whenever he ventured into Dressrosa, he had to sneak around. Visiting the taverns in town was out of the question.
He knew about older news, but news of Kuta had only emerged over the past year, so he had no idea who Kuta was.
"Me?"
Kuta withdrew his hand and straightened up. Then his right hand swept past his waist, lifting his Wine Gourd, and he tipped his head back for a long drink.
Only then did he lower his head and answer Kyros. "You can call me Kuta."
"Ku as in kū, meaning empty, and ta as in tài, meaning vast."
"Oh..."
The lips of the soul inside Kyros's toy body twitched. "Hello, Mr. Kuta."
"Mm!"
Kuta nodded, then returned to Kyros's second question.
"As for what brings me here..."
At that, he glanced at Rebecca, then looked past her toward the statue behind her.
His lips curved into a smile. "Naturally, I came to find the man this statue depicts—you, Mr. Kyros."
Kyros was not at all surprised that Kuta had revealed his identity. He had already known as much.
He looked up at Kuta and asked, "Then what business do you have with