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(Chaos POV)
When I finished looking at these memories, I felt a strong sense of emptiness in my heart. Why did I felt this way? I had never felt this way for such things before. It… really felt as if this was part of my own… memories? But why? For all I know, my father, Ainz had created me from the corpses of a Vampire and a Dragon which he had stolen from graves. How could I inherit memories from the corpses that made me up? Could my brain have contained such memories? But my brain has been destroyed a couple of times already. This really doesn't make any sense for me, how intriguing…
The memories of these children being abused by their parent, looking at them makes me feel as if I had lived them. Could I have inherited their memories? Or was there something that my father did that I did not know about? Perhaps if I can continue looking at these memories, I might find the truth eventually… But for now, I should sleep some more, looking at the ceiling is quite boring.
