Annan's expression was somewhat complex.
Hearing Dmitry's implication, it seemed he also knew that the Annan from the first cycle was a transmigrator.
...In novels, isn't this sort of thing usually kept hidden until the grand finale?
It was one thing for beings like the Silver Baron, the old grandmother, and Yawen, the True Gods, to be aware of it. But why did even my brothers and sisters know I was a transmigrator...
"Don't overthink it, Annan,"
Dmitry glanced at Annan and knew what he was thinking.
Even without his memories, Annan was still Annan after all.
The man with long black hair and an icy demeanor spoke, "It was indeed you whom we first knew.
"The biggest difference between Winter and other nations is that we don't name babies. We wait until a child grows up enough to eat on their own, dress on their own, and understand how to take care of themselves without starving to death at home before they are given their own name.