"Aura... I am an Aura Farmer."
Azrael stared at the little girl standing before him, who reached just slightly above his waist, a faintly amused smile lingering on his lips.
"Do you even know what it means to be an Aura Farmer?" He asked, unable to resist questioning her when he saw the smug expression on her face.
The moment those words left his mouth, No. 4's smile vanished instantly. Her expression froze, confusion washing over her features as if she had suddenly realized she had no idea what she was talking about.
In truth, she wasn't even sure why she had claimed to be a farmer, nor why the words "I farm aura" had come out of her mouth so confidently.
Azrael simply looked at her quietly, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he thought to himself:
'It seems she has some of No. 4's memories, but they are incomplete. As a result, her personality is affected, similar to No. 4, but not entirely the same.'
