Chapter 1005 – Nostalgic Amnesia (2)
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“How is Norr?”
England, Cambridge.
They rented a small house with the help of Kristoff, the son of the president of Asherard, and sat around a table in an awkward different world.
Tyrsi collapsed on her chair with her face holding back a sigh.
“She accepted the fact that she lost her memory.”
“How are you? Will your memory come back?”
Nefertiti stroked her back as if to placate the anxiously asking Lari Lura.
Veronica hit her chest as if to reassure her.
“Okay, come back. I could be sure that the prospects were good enough.”
“Really? Didn’t you just lie to reassure us?”
Dana’s questioning could have sounded a bit nervous or offended, but Veronica wasn’t so narrow-minded as to make her feel hurt at the look on her bewildered face. It was because I fully understood Dana’s feelings.
A few hours ago, that is, before I checked Nord’s condition, Veronica felt the same way.
“Memory loss is not fatal. If the part that stores the memory of the soul and body was destroyed, the prospects would be slim, but in the case of the master, it was in a kind of sealed state.”
“Seal?”
“There have been similar cases before.”
Tirsi, who had been examining her body together, listened to her words.
Although it was her healing period, her magical knowledge was inferior to them, so Dana, who was nervously biting her nails, immediately turned her head in the direction of Tirsi.
“Have you been there before? When?”
“Well, I was told to keep it a secret. At that time, there was only a slight sluggishness in some parts of her body. However, the symptoms are similar. The darkness and negative mana that filled the body. In other words, the influence of the ‘Lord of the Deep’.”
Tyrsi decided to state her conclusion before being questioned, keeping as brief as possible the fact that Nord had once suffered from her impotence in a similar case.
“It’s a state that’s close to putting ink on a book. The degree of contamination… It’s serious, but it hasn’t gone to the point of being irreversible. Looking at it objectively, it’s strange.”
There are many precedents for the ‘lord of the deep’ to cause pollution to knowledge.
The knowledge of the old rulers in itself drives men to madness. Among them, the ‘lord of the deep sea’ was a being that had a great influence on human society just by stealing the name of Odin.
He was an old ruler with enough existence to contaminate the runes or stain the magic of beast return that was used in Erinn with the curse of mutation.
Fran asked a question, barely holding on to her mind that was still about to faint.
“It’s kind of strange… ?”
“… If we compare memories to albums, they are at the level of soaking in ink and taking it out. If the ‘Lord of the Deep’ had any evil intent or remaining power, more serious side effects would have occurred.”
“But there were also traces of healing in the soul. There is no way the master would have treated it himself. If that were the case, it wouldn’t be so polluted with someone else’s mana.”
“So, are you saying that the monster octopus healed you?”
“If you look at the results. That line would be the most reasonable.”
They couldn’t bear to say it, but they managed to infer a conclusion.
During her final battle, the ‘Lord of the Deep’ tried to prevent them from intervening and taint all memories of Nord except herself.
The odds of winning against the Francs and Nords were not high either.
Fran recalled a memory from a few hours ago.
‘… The final blow that unfolded then could have killed me.’
Fran hoped that even if he was killed by the ‘Lord of the Deep’, Nord would not lose his memories and return alive.
However, Nord defended her and took her one more unexpected move. In this way, she seemed to be associated with the ‘lord of the deep sea’, but at some point she was thrown out of space.
‘And when I, who had escaped from the disappearing microcosm, found Norr again, it was after the wound had been healed.’
The end of the day was visible.
“… Pie.”
Brunak cries bitterly while being embraced by Nefertiti.
Listening to what that child told him——surely, Nord was having a conversation with the ‘Lord of the Deep’ who was connected with him when his soul was about to dissipate and die.
“… If I had seen the ‘lord of the deep sea’, I would have committed suicide with Norr’s son. Would you say it’s a bit strange to say it’s unexpected?”
“No. I understand. I think the same as the nun mother.”
“Me too, sister.”
Although each expressed it differently, the majority agreed with Dana’s opinion.
It was only for an instant that they met, but that was the maddening affection they had seen. Since he couldn’t get it, he would have said it would have been the case even if he had destroyed it.
“… No. Obviously, I wouldn’t have thought so.”
Except for Fran.
“No?”
“What are you talking about, Fran?”
“But, that’s right. I want someone who is more important than my life to die.”
For some reason, Fran was able to understand the heart of the ‘lord of the deep sea’ as if he could catch it in his hand. She looked up at the ceiling.
“That kind of thing is absolutely not love.”
The ‘Lord of the Deep’ loved the Norse Wolfheddin.
Because that was clear.
Nord took her life from the ‘Lord of the Deep’, and in return he gave his life to her whom he had killed.
So, the ‘lord of the deep sea’ must have saved his life given to him by the Nords——the soul fragments of the Nords who had unexpectedly destroyed them and kept them until the end.
Even at the moment of her self-destruction, she gathered her remaining mana to protect her soul.
Those traces are her mana left in Nord’s soul.
Still, if that dedication led to Nord’s loss of memory, it was a relationship that the ‘Lord of the Deep’ and Nord could not mesh until the very end.
Like a twist of fate, it was a relationship they had to fight for.
‘… But.’
However, if Nord hadn’t thought of the ‘Lord of the Deep’ in the process of falling into eternal destruction.
Even if you don’t understand, it’s okay, as long as you don’t have the tolerance to accept it as it is.
Perhaps the Nords would not have been revived.
The soul collected by the ‘Lord of the Deep’ would not have returned to its owner, so Nord would have died in Fran’s arms after that.
Nord’s mercy was not limited to the Lord of the Deep, he even saved himself.
So, let Francesca Eitrinen do the same.
‘There’s no need to keep blaming someone who doesn’t exist anymore.’
Isn’t it the responsibility and privilege of the living to remember the dead?
If she continued to hold grudge against someone she no longer had, that meaningless hatred and anger would only taint her own mind.
The strength to forgive the faults of the dead.
Willingness to cast out the core of the past and look to the future.
Such strength would come back as a result for oneself.
─Kuhm. Veronica made her cough to change her mood.
“… However, no matter what the ‘Lord of the Deep’ thought, there is no doubt that his mana is sealing the master’s memories. Treatment is essential.”
“Is there a way? Didn’t you immediately recognize us when we were fighting?”
“Oh! It’s the mana of darkness and yin, right? Brünark’s pot! How about grabbing hold of it and controlling it?!”
“I’m sorry… “
“… They say it’s too thick and too many, so it’s difficult.”
Nefertiti caressed her, putting on her fertility god relic glove, which allowed her to communicate with her bruenak.
“Vast forests can be burned down with just one match. If we have the will, the chance, we will be able to control the cause of the pollution, just as Master recognized us immediately.”
“Huh… But even if you look at our faces, you’re in a state where you say who are you? Is there any way to make the senior come to his senses?”
“An orgy. 7P.”
Nefertiti, who had covered Brunak’s ears – the crow’s ears are covered with feathers, but they are on the left and right sides of her head – said it jokingly, but Veronica was serious.
“That is also a way to consider.”
“… Really?”
“Really really.”
Veronica, who responded with a straight face, continued speaking.
“Let’s try several places. Dana. Are you thinking of something too?”
Still, of all her wives, I am the one who has known Nord the longest.
Thinking before speaking, she stroked her chin, and then she noticed a ceiling light bulb shining like an otherworldly décor and said,
“… Well, not at all.”
***
British food is tasteless.
“Nimi.”
How can bread be tasteless? I roughly tossed the bread spread with jam on the shelf next to the bed.
Maybe it’s because I’m stuck trying to sort out the stories I’ve heard so far.
“I’m Nord von Wolfheddin, the main character in a different world transition with amnesia.”
Also, on Earth, is there such a thing as a secret society in the shadows that knows the existence of another world?
“To think Freemasons really existed. Conspiracy theorists, how lonely have you been fighting… “
It’s not a secret society dreaming of real world domination, but it’s shocking.
─Smart! Someone knocked on the door
“Nor, are you awake?”
“Ah, yep… It’s not, uh, uh uh. Stay awake.”
Honorifics are omitted. Honorifics are omitted. Muttered to himself
When I say honorifics, you act as if the whole world has collapsed, so what can you do?
─Clap.
As I was repeating the unbelievable reality, beautiful women like fucking dolls entered the room. They looked at me and gave me awkward but pretty smiles.
“Did you interrupt my rest?”
“Not really. I’ve made up my mind a bit now. I thought what if it was all hidden cameras, but I wanted to believe it if it was this amazing hidden camera.”
I said, picking up a knife that was dented like a can.
It was a knife that I used to apply jam on bread, but I had to use my strength properly once I had crumpled it because I couldn’t control my strength. I think I used about 2%, but it was crumpled like this.
‘If this was all there was to it, I would have doubted that it was still a movie shooting tool… ‘
I rubbed my stomach while watching the strange wives.
Whoo oh oh oh!
Then what a huge energy I felt inside!
To disguise this, you would have to use drugs or something, so how could you film such an inhumane hidden camera? Besides, I had a clear feeling that this power was built up by me.
‘I don’t know how to use it yet, but what about it?’
The only thing I’m curious about is that a gigantic but uncontrollable power similar to mine is also coiled in my stomach.
It was a thick lump like a golden girl who had just left the training center. Is it the core energy of ten thousand years?
The white-haired wizard stroked his chest.
“You believed us. Thank you very much.”
“Yes, what. Haha. Haha.”
Don’t believe it
When I woke up on a deserted island, I found 6 beauties who called me West, suffering from amnesia. Is this a light novel or something?
The coin she bought and forgot about before blinked her eyes open, and it felt like it had returned to an apartment complex.
When I heard that she was my wife, I was dumbfounded and said, ‘Det? Who is this?’ She asked, and the reply came back that there were six of them. All I hear is the sound of the rich and the poor.
‘Kangbuk-ho, you bastard… Good job!’
Memory loss? Rather good
‘No, it’s not really good, but anyway.’
How can I explain this joy?
Hacho was heavy, so when I lifted my pants, I could say it was ideal. Juji would have taken a half-body bath in English toilet water if he had sat on the toilet without knowing it.
A man has earthworms in Heuksan Island in his groin? What would make you more happy than what you are doing? Kang Buk-ho before he lost his memory, what was this bastard doing?
It was only natural that the wives I had never seen would want me to regain my memory.
‘Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with my memory coming back, either.’
If it’s like a fantasy novel, if lovers from previous lives come and take it and say, ‘Remember the memories of the previous life!!’
Like a possessed creature, ‘the original body owner’s ego and memory? Yeah~ I don’t know~ You can disappear~’ because it didn’t seem like it.
Why are you so sure it won’t happen?
Keying… !
Because I can see the future, motherfucker.
‘The stocks are all over. K-Warren Buffett is leaving.’
I haven’t heard all of the circumstances yet, but I won’t have any complaints even if I walk the path of world power in the stock market. Hehe.
That was when I was lost in thought.
“What are you doing huddled together? Are you on Wolfhedin treatment?”
Shoot-!!
Jammin (♀), who looks cute, slipped between the legs of the beauties. The girl with pink hair, like an idol, exclaimed in surprise.
“Loki!”
“Uh hee hee! Are you surprised? I came after the situation was over!”
“I am too.”
Another self-proclaimed goddess appeared from behind.
What was your name Artis?
It’s a name that might be for a girl.
Those goddesses brought Mr. Christoph, who was supposed to be a member of some magician’s league, and snooped into this narrow room.
“Hey, goddesses… ? Why am i… “
“Is there anyone other than you who knows all about [Middle Branch] And the New World?”
“… There is, but I can’t recall it here. Yes.”
Kristoff immediately succumbs. More like a middle manager.
Mr. Artis, who changes his tone depending on the person, looked at me and said.
“I’m going to be crazy in the middle of the day, so I’ll tell you the main story. This fight has done more damage to the dimensional barrier. To put it simply, to the extent that I have to return before nine days at the most.”
“Are you coming back?”
“With [Middle branch].”
【Middle branch】.
Midgard—in other words, it was about another world.
The still unfamiliar wives opened their eyes wide.
