Chapter 192._Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth

Chapter 192.

 Chapter 192. An Unexpected Rtionship. (3/7)

 “Haaaaaah. What else do you get called by the people in the academy?”

 “The ck-Pink Killer Lady. Slut. Bitch. Whore. Prostitute. Girl who gives amazing head. Girl I want to have sex with.” She innocently recited the names she was called at the academy while she counted them off on her fingers one by one. I was ready to kick her a few names in.

 “Those aren’t names, you idiot! Don’t let them bully you like that either, damn it!”

 “Ah. But they are names I’mmonly called. Should I try signing with those to see if any of them work?”

 “Hell no. I’m not going to go around calling you by those names in front of others. Screw it, I’ll give you a proper name myself if that’s what it takes. From now on your surname will be Sozen. The same as mine. As for your first name… let me think about it a bit. I need to do some research for something that fits you.”

 When I said that, she was wide-eyed. It looked like she didn’t know what to say.

 I pulled out my phone and searched online. My first thought was to name her based on her eyes. Heterochromia. Maybe Chromia? I thought it wasn’t bad, but I still tried to think of something better.

 I was an author who often had toe up with names for characters. It was typically my weakest area though. I’d often just take a word and trante it to anothernguage. I’d end up with some awful names. I tried searching for pink in othernguages, but the best ones came back as Rosa, Roza, and Rose. I cursed my girlfriend for already being given that name and for the others sounding so simr. I’d look like an awful piece of shit if I named this pitiful nameless girl after my girlfriend.

 It would just show how little thought I put into it. There was no way I could do that.

 What about pink flowers? I’d used flowers in the past to name characters. And wasn’t the origin of the Owner’sst name also a flower?

 Yeah, flowers were no doubt the way to go for a girl’s name. Surely. They smelt nice like flowers unlike guys after all.

 I looked through the flowers one by one in a list someone wrote up and eventually stopped when I read the name Wisteria. It caught my eyes. I liked the sound of it. When I read up about them I found that such a flower might even fit her too well.

 Satisfied with the name I opened my mouth and muttered it to hear how it rolled off the tongue, “Wisteria Sozen.”

 I looked up and the girl in front of me looked panicked.

 “Huh? Wha- Uh… Wisteria? Is that what you came up with?”

 “Yeah, do you dislike it?”

 “Uh… it sounds… a bit nice… I guess.”

 I exined my line of reasoning, “They grow up to thirty feet long, simr to your thirty years of life. The ‘ia’ at the end of Wisteria acts as a reminder of your heterochromia eyes. It is a flower thates in a variety of colors ranging from white,vender-blue, lc, pink, mauve, purple, lc, to rich pink. If you ever change the color of your hair dye, it will still be a name that matches you. Though there aren’t any ck-colored Wisteria, I think its variation in colors fits your differently colored eyes and hair. However, there is a purple variant called ck Dragon Wisteria. So though it seems there are no ck-colored ones, ck is still there in the name. Kind of like your hair as well, even if you dye it, your original hair color is still ck.”

 “ck Dragon Wisteria? There is actually a flower called that?”

 “Yeah. Do you like it? It sounds kind of cool for an assassin if you ask me. Screw the ‘Man Killer’ nonsense for your code name while you’re at the academy from now on. The person who gave you that codename has no imagination.”

 “Wisteria Sozen? That’s my name?”

 “Yes.”

 “But… you said Sozen is your ownst name. Are you really fine with me having the samest name as you?”

 I got to work on writing up the contract one more time while I talked to her and thought about various things.

 “Wisteria, we are two people who don’t have families. As far as I’m concerned, my so-called blood rtives are all as good as dead. Us two loners without blood ties to anyone in this world should stick together. I’ve also found through experience that the best kinds of families are the ones not tied to you by blood. Blood-rted families just turn against each other at some point when generations grow too distant. Their sense of unity is a mess and things be ugly at the drop of a hat when the word inheritance is mentioned. When people say blood runs thick, they definitely never met the people who were supposedly rted to me by blood.”

 I wasn’t pulling shit out of my ass. Everything my mother was ever supposed to inherit was snatched and stolen by her own mother, brothers, and their children. She was the unloved one in her family, betrayed by almost everyone around her at every turn.

 When her father worked hard toe up to this country as a teacher bringing his family with him, he was repaid with betrayal. His wife divorced him soon after and took almost everything he had. His wife then used deceptive methods, going so far as having my mother’s teachers convince her daughter to stay with her rather than her father. His wife only came to this country with him to divorce where it would work out most beneficial to her.

 Her n was to take custody of all their children and return to her home country. She would then be legally entitled to child support because of thews in this country. This was why I had no positive feelings toward child support. I’d seen both sides of the story. It wasn’t as great a thing as it seemed. It could be used in awful maniptive ways like this to turn a pitiful man into a ve. My mother also never viewed child support as anything that great for this very reason, she didn’t want to be like her own mother. At least, that was what I inferred.

 After that, her mother brought her children back to her home country. Sheter manipted her parents into giving hernd that was intended for my mother in the future. She ended up selling off thatnd and used the money to construct arge residence. With her home above, living like a queen, she had two office spaces avable beneath her that she rented out. One was rented out to an insurancepany while the other was rented out of a pharmacy.

 Truly, if someone was ever interested in making money, these were exactly the two types of businesses one would look to.

 She’d lied to my mother during the construction and told her that these areas were where she would stay. What she didn’t say was that she meant the small cramped area behind the two office spaces that could only be essed from the back of the building.

 Her mother aside, my mother’s father found himself betrayed and abandoned in this country. He didn’t return to his home country like the snake who divorced him, he’d already taken out a mortgage on a house in this country by that point in his life. He was trapped and cornered. He remained in this country and lived out a lonely life all by himself.

 All the while, the pigs in my mother’s home country got to livevish easy lives filled with luxury. When my mother finished high school, she returned to the country where her father was abandoned and stayed with him. It was only thanks to my mother’s father who sponsored her that she had even a slim chance toe back to this country to work and receive a university-level education.

 He wasn’t a shit father like that man turned out to be in the end. It was a shame he was already dead and no longer a part of this world. He was the only family member that had ever done anything for my forsaken mother.

 In the end, the firstborn son took the majority of everything while my mother lived with her father in this country. The second-born took the leftovers.

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