Faced with that question, Chrollo fell silent for a while before nodding.
Cordis gave no reply.
His eyes were lowered, his hands clenched tightly.
He seemed to be struggling over whether to tell him about his past.
If he told him, it would be the same as telling Chrollo that he wasn't from this world.
But if he didn't, there was no knowing what methods Chrollo would use to gather his memories.
Besides, that experience had always been a wound in Cordis's heart.
His life had become so much better now. He had once thought of forgetting those memories, but the harder he tried to forget, the more they kept echoing in his heart.
Every night, his mother's figure appeared in his dreams.
The mother he had once respected and loved most had killed his best friend.
Cordis knew he would have to face it eventually, but he didn't want to reveal everything at once.
He sighed helplessly and said,
"Si Dun was the one I loved most before I turned ten."
"Then where is he now?"
At those words, Cordis couldn't hide the sorrow in his eyes. He wanted to cry, but he had sworn that the day Si Dun died would be the last time he ever cried.
After forcing down the grief in his heart, Cordis continued.
"He's dead. My mother killed him."
"That woman took a shovel and beat Si Dun to death, blow after blow."
"Then she just tossed his body outside the door."
The cries Si Dun had made as he was beaten to death seemed to echo in Cordis's ears again. His mother had battered Si Dun into a pulp as though she had gone mad.
Blood had splattered all over the house. Cordis had been locked outside, pounding on the window, unable