Facing Murphy's inquiry, it agitatedly flicked its tail and answered hoarsely:
"You can call me number 009."
"That's the designation Kant gave you, not your name."
Murphy shook his head and said:
"Of course, if you want me to talk to you as Kant does, merely seeing you as an experiment, then I have no objections to this title.
So I'll ask you once more, what is your name?"
"I am called... I am called..."
The old werewolf appeared a bit at a loss, but under Murphy's gaze, after a few seconds of reflection, it raised its head again and said:
"I am called Marcus!"
"Hmm? Why choose this name?"
Murphy curiously asked.
The old werewolf glanced fearfully at the humming Devil's Blade in Murphy's hand and answered honestly:
"When you attacked the base, the first enemy I killed was called 'Marcus,' I heard others call him 'the Warrior of the Blood-Stained Holy Spear,' maybe he was an important figure?"
