"So what's your real problem with the Harpyie, Memória? Are you feeling rivaled?" I asked for further explanation regarding Memória and Harpyie.

“Honestly, the reason you didn't show up was a kind of prestige because the Harpyie came to ask for an answer that should be yours.”

"Hey, don't tell me I'm proud of that bird girl," Memória says as we stand gazing at the night view of the city on the arms of the Cristo Retendor statue in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.

I just smiled sadly. Yes, a creature class that is on a higher level than me can also feel prestige.

"Do you smell sweet in this town, Claude?"

I just nodded slowly in response to Memória's question which seemed to divert the conversation. There is, after all, such a thing is unquestionable. There's something I've always wanted. I asked Memória. Regarding my task of erasing memories that I don't know when it will be finished. I don't even know if the Creator will forgive my past sins and mistakes when I was a vampire.

"Unfortuna