“Well, what about Ilsia…? It’s my favorite flower name.”
“Gahhhh!”
I get on with the suggestion from Miriam, nodding my neck twice.
I knew a name or something was mandatory to get involved with people.
Let’s try to find the Illusia flowers next time. I want to know the flower from which the name came.
Do you want to decide the name to [Illusia]?
[* Once determined, it cannot be changed.
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[Voice of God] has reacted?
I feel something hooked on the second half of the sentence, but no problem…… right?
[Name determined to [Illusia].
… I know the poor character of [the voice of God], but it will remain, well, just fine.
I slap myself gently on the forehead and scratch off my bad feeling.
“Gah!”
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“Oh, thank you, Mr. Ilsia”
Miriam thanked me for the dust and crossed over me.
I knew the name was good.
I have something to come to my chest because I’ve barely had a decent conversation or anything in a long time since I came to this world, or because I’m just emotional because I was called by a name.
Talking to the gorillas is as good as talking, I suppose.
I don’t want to be included in the conversation with [the voice of God].
It’s weirdly clerical over there, and I can’t really like it without it.
It helps, and I have to guess.
Something about this bias in information, or the occasional glimpse of the other’s intentions?
But I lost track because I ran too far over there.