Chapter 37 Memory
Quinier suggested that the three of us enter the Roach mansion.
If you go inside, Cora will be quiet.
I was skeptical, but it was true. As soon as Cora sat down at the table in the mansion, she was astonished as if in a lie.
“… … So, is Cora the culprit for spreading rumors in Constell?”
“okay. No, to be precise, the starting point of the rumors must have been Korra.”
Quinnier asserted.
But I didn’t quite understand.
The magic sign written on the wall of the hallway was quite a level of magic. I said that ‘Edwin’ was needed in order to deflect Queenie’s magic and release it herself.
“… … How did Korra write such a level of magic script?”
“Of course, you probably didn’t create the magic bulletin yourself. But Cora is very popular in Constell.”
“… … Wait, does Cora go to Constell?”
“no. But you often come to see me. The ears and tail can be hidden.”
At Quunier’s words, Cora exclaimed and turned her head.
But the ears and tail were hidden. Rather than hiding it, it became invisible. Even if you hate me, I think you wanted to show me what you were hiding.
“It’s transparent magic. It’s not what he’s using, it’s the effect of the artifact he’s wearing.”
After listening to Quunier, I realized that Cora was wearing a bracelet on her left arm.
Quinnier said as if thinking about me.
“Are you used to it? Invisible magic.”
“… … Oh, yes. Sure.”
I thought about what Quinnier was talking about, then realized he was talking about weaving and quickly agreed.
Right. People who have seen me fight must think it’s invisibility magic.
“So what does being popular have to do with it? Why is it so popular in the first place? Such a noisy kid.”
“hey! what do you think of me! How much older I am than you!”
“What? Senior, are you really?”
Quinn nodded her head.
“You are older than me. Because it is the blood of a white tiger.”
“Uh-huh,” Cora poked out her chest.
“So, use your honor.”
“hate.”
“Didn’t you just hear me! Because I’m older than you! Respect according to each other’s age should be maintained as a strict principle!”
whatever.
Almost everyone I’ve fought so far has been older than me. Only Robald Lief, who he had vowed to fight for a while, was of the same age, followed by Elysia.
How much more is the age of the Empress Philly who calls me ‘Mr. Philly’?
“And I don’t think Queenie-senpai doesn’t respect you either.”
“Ummm, queenie is fine.”
It was a principle that changed at will.
I turned to Quunier and continued the story.
“So why is it so popular?”
“Corra must have asked someone. I want you to put a magic bulletin on it. Cora is coming to play with me, so of course it’s popular with 3rd graders. It’s not that it’s impossible to put that much security on Daejabo when you’re in Constell’s third year. Especially if you didn’t do it alone.”
Then I saw Cora.
Cora wasn’t looking at me, but she was blinking her eyes with a piercing look on her face.
Queenie narrowly opened her eyes and looked at Cora.
“There are very few people who really know my weaknesses. Without you, Frontier, there is hardly anyone left.”
“… … .”
“… … .”
I looked at Cora without a word, and Cora still avoided her gaze.
Then, as if unable to overcome the long silence, I closed my eyes tightly and trembled,
“Yes! I did!”
Whoa!
I slapped Korra in the back of the head, who was shouting too proudly.
I did it without knowing it, but I have no regrets.
Cora grabbed the back of the head, trembled and cried out to me.
“hey! What is this!”
“What have you done? You should know what that information means to Quinnier-senpai.”
“Everyone thinks it’s bullshit, so I thought it would be okay! I didn’t know it would get so big. I was also surprised that there was still a great sign. It can’t be erased… … . Besides, the phrase is different from what I said.”
Are the texts different?
I asked.
“What did you say in the first place?”
“All I said was, ‘Queenie hates killing people.’ At that time, everyone was playing around talking to each other. So I stopped talking too… … . However, it was written completely differently on the pavilion.”
Me and Queenie looked at each other.
“… … It’s written differently from what you said, but how do you see the probability that it will happen to be closer to the truth?”
“It’s absurd. Besides, what Cora said seems to appeal to me that I’m just a good person. It was completely absurd.”
… … It’s not crazy. Queenie is an ignorant good man. I’m just passionate about pretending not to.
“Then the person who wrote the script must have known the truth from the start.”
“okay. It was made as if it was done after listening to Cora. In order to make Cora the culprit.”
Me and Queenie looked at Cora.
“What, what, those eyes?”
Quinier said.
“Corra, then the story is simple. Who was listening when you brought it up? No, someone among them must have secretly brought up the story of ‘Magical Treasure’. Who is it?”
Yes. That guy is the culprit. If Cora doesn’t know about ‘Magical Treasure’, the guy who induced the story to bring up the story and spread the rumors about Cora.
Cora said huh, put her hands on her waist.
“It’s not that simple. That guy is,”
Cora seems to enjoy the gaze of me and Queenie, but
“… … Who was it?”
made a stupid noise.
At this moment I was really pissed off.
However, immediately after seeing Cora’s expression, the fever went down a bit.
“… … Who, huh?”
Cora frowned and looked through her head as she brought her hand to her lips in an unsuitable way.
“… … I don’t remember.”
“her?”
Even after such a long time, Cora could not think of the culprit.
* * *
Late at night after returning Cora and Quinnier, I thought for a moment.
… … In fact, about 10%, he was still suspicious of Cora.
To me, Korra is an enigmatic character.
I’ve never seen anything Not even once when playing as Aster.
In fact, it was normal. Quinier, who is in third grade, and Aster rarely meet. Meeting Quinier is after she graduates.
In fact, even Aster in this world would hardly know about Quinier. You’ve probably only heard of the nickname ‘goblin’.
However, to be called a beast, it is a very rare existence.
Besides, that cat’s ears and cat’s tail… … . Oh, it was a tiger.
Anyway, I’ve never seen a beast like that while playing a game, so Cora’s presence is very clear.
Even if you haven’t actually met Cora, you must have heard rumors somewhere.
“Frondier.”
“yes?”
“Everything has been unlocked.”
I looked at the paper Selena handed me.
It was an exercise in writing down simple words in ancient language and Selena guessing the interpretation.
There were about 10 questions, all of which were correct.
“Good job. That’s right.”
“thank you.”
Selena replied calmly. Still, the tension around the eyes was relieved, and the lips drew a very small arc.
… … It seems that I can now read people’s faces.
“Selena, what do you say in Mango?”
“I am very happy. Finally, he said that the full interpretation of the ancient language was soon to come.”
Well. That’s what I’m thinking.
If you dream too big, you’ll have to think about whether it’s really a dream or not.
“Right now, in Mangot, I am trying to apply the basic knowledge of the ancient language that I have passed on to interpretation.”
“Right. I am passionate.”
“… … Are you okay?”
“it’s okay. I can’t solve it with that anyway.”
“Yes?”
Selena looked at me in surprise.
“Maybe, have I ever learned to fake it?”
“not. However, I cannot interpret the ancient language with what I have learned so far. It is impossible to discover the rules of the ancient language with only basic knowledge so far. There is no connection between them.”
If I had to say it, it would be like learning the word ‘apple’ and trying to interpret ‘fire’. There is no relation between consonants and vowels, and it is impossible to match them.
“… … But if I keep learning like this, won’t I know that?”
“Sure. Then I will tell you From here on, don’t tell Mangot. Tell them that I will not teach you to Mangot.”
I’m in the mood for Selena to teach me ancient languages.
So, it’s not at all strange that Mangot doesn’t teach anymore because he’s worried he’ll know everything.
“It won’t work forever.”
“I will make conditions. If the conditions are reasonable, we will consider it.”
“… … !”
Selena listened to me and thought for a moment before opening her eyes.
I realized my intentions.
I will hold the ancient fish in my hand and wave the Mangot. without knowing they are swaying.
And I know now that Selena herself is absolutely necessary in my plans.
“… … All right.”
But Selena didn’t say any more and looked down at the ancient word I had written down again.
She still hasn’t decided which side she’ll be on.
“But the ancient language is very interesting. It’s too closed, and there’s no point in writing it down.”
Selena changed the topic. I accepted it.
“right. The ancient wizards did not want the knowledge of magic to spread. So I needed a ‘record’ to organize my thoughts, but I didn’t want it to continue. So we needed a language that could not be interpreted over time.”
“It’s a shame. I wrote it down, but it disappeared.”
Selena picked up the paper and looked at it. Right now, my mana resides so I can interpret it, but over time, that voice will also disappear and I will not be able to interpret it at all. Selena remembers what it means now, but she’ll eventually forget it in time.
“… … Erased records.”
“Yes?”
I muttered involuntarily. Selena asked and looked at me.
I had no time to answer any thoughts.
records and memories.
Cora can’t remember the criminal’s face.
A criminal who knows Quunier’s weakness.
And an existence called ‘Kora’ that I don’t know.
“… … .”
I closed my mouth.
Slowly, very slowly.
To calm the creepy mind.
* * *
Quinier pondered in the mansion’s room.
In the end, an important issue remains.
“How does the culprit know my weakness?”
Even if Cora recovers her memories and finds the culprit, it is of no use if she cannot solve this question.
If this information is distributed in a fairly easy-to-understand way.
“I have to somehow find the culprit and get that information.”
Quinner leaned against the backrest.
Should the perpetrators be tortured if caught? The thought of it already makes me feel bad.
“It would be great if the culprit knew what to say.”
So I sighed and looked out the window.
Outside the window was a man with a mask upside down.
“… … her?”
The mask was a smiling face, and its eyes and mouth were as simple as pasted crescent moons. It was so bizarre to write it upside down.
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No, it’s not that bizarre,“What are you?”
Why is that thing in front of my window… … .
“Hello, Queenie.”
Like a surprising friend, the man raised his hand.
“Who are you?”
“Oh don’t you know? I don’t know? really?”
It was an annoying conversation.
Why is the tone of voice so high for a male subject?
“It’s absurd to ask that you know who the masked subject is.”
“No, it can’t be, you would only know by listening to my voice. should have known I need to know.”
only hear your voice?
It’s definitely a unique voice that leaves an impression on me, but I’ve never heard it before.
“It’s not something I’ve never heard of.”
At that time, it was as if I had read Queenie’s heart.
said the inverted mask.
“It’s been erased from my memory, Queenie.”