Fanaticism

Dyon looked up into the skies, calmly staring at the naked Aritzia. 

Since he had already recovered his memories, how could he possibly be surprised by this turn of events? He had obviously known at that very moment that Aritzia had always been his Junior Sister. As for how he had met her in his 109th lifetime, he didn't care, quite frankly. For a person with his junior sister's means, the number of methods she could have used simply numbered too many. Simply put, if even the Dragon King who was among the lowest rung of the Immortal Plane could leave a soul behind to play around with, how could his Junior Sister not do so? 

However, this still answered one of his long standing questions… 

In his first life, he had never known that his junior was a Sapientia. She had never had a last name nor had she had any hallmarks of being a Sapientia. But, knowing the characteristics of this family, this hardly mattered.