Nurfa Hesion, must be the "Father" Mumu mentioned, sounding like a human name. Lyle's heart felt part of its puzzle solved. The Phantom Clan wasn't a magical creature bred by the world but a Magic Creation born from a laboratory. The evolution of life is like a great tree constantly branching upward, and certain branches that consider themselves superior always delight in acting as if they hold the root's power. At least, the Phantom Clan appeared far cuter than the Magic Creations Lyle had envisioned.
Lyle read that utterly disowned passage again, and his gradually warming heart felt a chill once more.
Nurfa Hesion was a human, perhaps selfish, arrogant, stingy, but his achievements were indeed worthy of recognition. Lyle felt a bit dejected inside, but didn't entertain many other thoughts. Instead of discouragement, his mind generated some less than honorable tactics. To think that because you said no, it must be no—what a joke.
