The System's Rewards - Part 6

It made sense, after all. He'd been so broken, so empty, that he'd imagined some sort of imaginary woman to comfort him. If he'd asked a wise man the same question, and told him the surrounding context, no doubt the man would have nodded sagely, puffing on his pipe, declaring that it was indeed due grounds for hallucination.

"Syndran?" Vol asked, though he already knew the answer to that question. No other race had silver hair like that, nor purple eyes. Though, it was only meant to be Syndran nobility that shared those traits.

The girl shook her head. "My mother was. I am no one."

"Excellent," Vol murmured, as though it wasn't difficult enough to get a handle on the situation, the person declared herself to be no one. "And your father?"

"I do not know."

"You're a slave."

"I am."

"How long?"

"Mm… A long time," she said.