Chapter 228
Hearing these words come out of Takamiya Mio's mouth, Mineo felt himself grow a bit dazed.
She didn't know her own name, and she didn't know what a restaurant was.
Was she not Takamiya Mio, or had he misidentified her?
Observing the curiosity toward an unknown world radiating from Takamiya Mio's eyes, Mineo suddenly had a bold theory.
Could it be that this Mio-mama had just been created and hadn't officially entered the mortal world yet, but had already been forcibly summoned here by him?
Having this speculation in his heart, Mineo planned to confirm it with Takamiya Mio.
After asking a few very simple questions, Mineo realized that his theory was indeed correct.
She was Mio-mama!
In the world of Date A Live, when the Eurasia Spacequake occurred, three Mages used a Spirit Formula on a Spirit Vein to gather all the Mana on the Earth's surface, thereby creating this Spirit girl.
The current Takamiya Mio did not have a name yet, and it hadn't even been ten minutes since she was created.
She only remembered that the three people who created her called her the Spirit of Origin!
She hadn't officially entered the world before she was inexplicably summoned here!
After briefly understanding the short memories and limited experience known by Takamiya Mio, Mineo realized that the current Mio-mama was a pure, stainless sheet of white paper!
The newborn her had no worldly emotions or desires. Even if she felt happiness, anger, sorrow, or joy, she didn't know how to express them.
Mineo suddenly felt a bit of pity for the three Mages who created her. This person had just been created, and before they even had a chance to communicate, she had been forcibly pulled away by him from behind countless dimensional spaces. Those three poor kids must be searching for Mio all over the Spirit world right now!
But whether others were happy or not, Mineo didn't really care. As long as he was happy, that was the only truth!
Mio-mama appearing before him right now was a massive stroke of good luck. And the most important thing was that she was still a blank slate. He had to take responsibility for educating her well!
Mineo looked at Takamiya Mio. He noticed that she was also observing him with curiosity.
So, Mineo said to her:
"Come, let's sit down first before we talk. Since this is our first meeting, we should get to know each other properly!"
"My name is Takamine Mineo..."
Seeing Mineo sit on the sofa, Takamiya Mio hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat in the position opposite him.
"Mineo... is that your name?"
"Yes, that's my name! Do you know what your name is?"
Hearing Mineo's words, Takamiya Mio shook her head somewhat blankly.
"I... don't know!"
"They... called me the Spirit of Origin. Is that my name? But... why did you call me Takamiya Mio just now? I don't quite understand."
While observing Takamiya Mio, Mineo spoke slowly:
"First of all, before I answer your question, there is one thing I must tell you."
"The current you is no longer in your previous world. You can understand this place as another world."
"Spirit of Origin is just your identity, not your name. A name is actually a code belonging to each person that is owned only by themselves!"
"Spirit of Origin doesn't sound very good, so may I give you a name? What do you think of the name Takamiya Mio... does it sound good?"
"Mio?"
Takamiya Mio lowered her head as if she were contemplating. But after a few seconds, she looked up and showed a thin smile.
"Okay. From now on, I will be called by this name. But I don't understand, what do you mean by another world! Those three people who created me, why aren't they here!"
Don't look at the current Takamiya Mio being as pure as a sheet of white paper; a girl like this, who was just created and knows nothing about the world, is actually quite difficult to communicate with. After all, regarding many simple things, even if you tell her, she might not be able to comprehend them.
Therefore, to make Takamiya Mio fully understand this world and himself, Mineo felt he would need a very long time.
And this process could only be done slowly!
However, right now he had nothing but plenty of time. He had all the time in the world to educate her properly.
To be honest, Mineo could have changed Mio's name now, but perhaps because he had watched the anime for too long, suddenly calling Takamiya Mio by another name felt a bit strange to him.
Since the name Takamiya Mio was already ingrained in his mind, he didn't feel the need to change it. Looking toward Mio, Mineo spoke up:
"Don't worry about the three people who created you; they aren't here right now!"
"My only guest is you. Regarding the explanation of this world, I will teach you slowly later, but for now, we must settle a serious matter first!"
"A serious matter? What is that?"
Takamiya Mio looked at Mineo with curiosity, while Mineo said with a smile:
"The serious matter is, of course, eating!"
"Eating? What does that mean?"
"Uh... eating... means to fill your stomach..."
"Filling the stomach? Does that mean plugging the stomach with something until it's full? But I don't like the feeling of my stomach being plugged until it's full..."
"..."
Takamiya Mio could ask so many inexplicable questions with such a curious gaze that Mineo felt a bit of a headache.
Or should he find a kindergarten, send Mio-mama there, and let her learn from the very beginning starting from the toddler class?
A kindergarten probably wouldn't accept a child that big!
Glancing at Mio's body shape, which was on par with a model, Mineo felt it was better if he personally guided Mio-mama to get to know this world!
"As for what eating means, don't ask for now. Mio, you sit here for a moment and wait for me. I'll be back in just a bit!"
Hearing Mineo's words, Takamiya Mio nodded slowly. Mineo stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Spending a little over half an hour, Mineo came out while pushing a small trolley. After placing several plates of exquisite dishes on the dining table, he spoke to Takamiya Mio:
"Look at these dishes. Do you like them?"
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