The specter understood the meaning of those words.0

Molon was right. The specter didn't know Molon. He knew the name and the appearance. Molon existed in his memory, but the memories did not belong to the specter.0

The person named Molon Ruhr, whom the specter knew, was based on Hamel's memories. Molon Ruhr existed only in Hamel's memories.0

On the other hand, Molon standing before him now existed in reality, not just in his memory. This man before him did not act foolishly like Molon from the memories. He didn't burst into hearty laughter, nor did he show unconditional trust and friendship.0

Instead of laughter, this man had anger. Hatred, not trust. Murderous intent, not friendship. To the specter, Molon was not Molon as he had thought of based on the memories, just as the specter wasn’t Hamel to Molon.0

But that was also precisely why Molon was Molon. Molon was exactly as the specter had imagined he would be. He had not doubted for a single moment that Molon would act this way after knowing the truth and facing him.0

Even Hamel would have reacted the same way if he had faced Molon’s Death Knight after hundreds of years. Therefore, Molon would never accept the specter, nor would he consider listening to the specter's circumstances. There was no reason for Molon to do so.0

'Even so,' the specter thought with a bitter smile, 'if I begged, you would stop to listen, even just for a moment.'0

Despite Molon’s intense anger, if the specter fell to his knees and begged, he knew Molon would pause his attack momentarily. If the specter spoke of his situation, acknowledged he was a fake, and explained...0