106 – Heist – 4
I still can’t get used to writing with this quirky quill. (Actually there were ink marks all over the paper) In fact, many things are still unfamiliar to me. Like the short eyes that are less than the waist of an adult, or the eyes that automatically close after dinner. Going through the routine of a newborn baby with an adult mind was almost torture. I was rather fortunate that I slept most of the day.
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This is a shocking fact. I had no talent for magic either. The quack who begged my parents to insist that I had no magical talent. He has no status window and can’t use magic. If this is the case, how is it different from just coming back to the Middle Ages? Depressed, depressed
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It’s a thought I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, but is it really true that I’m occupying this position?
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I flipped through the yellowed notebook from staying so long. There were a lot of short memos. There were things like writing with a pen that was inconvenient, and stories about wizards that the Grand Duchess had told me before. In the notebook, complaints about living as a child for a long time after this, his current situation, and future plans were written in poor handwriting. Maybe it’s because it was written by a child’s hand, but the writing was quite messy.
And a surprising fact. All writings in the notebook were written in Korean. Probably, no one other than myself has understood what was written in this notebook in the meantime. If someone had seen the notebook while cleaning, they would have thought it was a scribble left by me as a child and left it there.
Since before, when I had something to think about, I used to scribble here and there. There was a time when I filled the small notebook provided by default at the training center with all sorts of memos and short texts, and right after I came to this world, I diligently scribbled out bundles of texts that were long for memos but short for prose. In fact, now I wonder if that was right after I came to this world.
And that seems to have been the same for me in the distant past that I can’t remember. If I had really come over at a faster time than I knew, my prediction that the past me would have left something behind was correct.
In the depths of a drawer, I found an old notebook that looked like it had been there for almost 10 years. It is also written in Korean. And maybe the owner of this notebook was me. It’s not that I’m well versed in handwriting, or that handwriting can be seen on simple memos, but you can tell by looking at it. The direction of drawing o, frequently used words, and things like that.
I flicked the notebook around a few more times, then covered it up and put it neatly back in the drawer. In the end, the important thing is exactly ‘when’ I came to this world. My memory points to that day half a year ago.
However, all circumstances indicated otherwise. If the writings left here in the notebook are true, I would have come to this world much earlier than that, with Mikhail’s birth. To put it a little easier, it was reincarnation, not possession.
And the possibility that this notebook is fake converges to zero. Seol-ah and I are the only people in this world who know the Korean alphabet, and given that this notebook was tucked away deep in the drawer of my room and the color of the old, faded paper, it is extremely unlikely that it was Seol-ah’s bad prank.
What’s unfortunate is that I didn’t leave any personal records. I didn’t write a diary, but I wrote down random things that came to my head, so it’s only natural that I can’t help it. I write simply to organize my thoughts, not because I want someone to read what I have left and get information.
I washed my face dry and brushed my hair once. In the end, to summarize briefly, the information that can be known from this notebook is extremely limited. At most, it was to the point that I didn’t have much information about myself in the past. Solving one riddle spawned dozens of new ones. It’s not a matryoshka, it’s fertility close to that of mice and cockroaches.
What can I gain from this fact? First of all, I was able to get rid of the useless guilt that I had stolen Mikhail’s life or that I was not who they remembered. Because that was me in the first place. And again, um…. Now that she has entered this world of Seol-Ah, is she faster? There was no need to apologize for lying to Hestia and Cordelia. ‘Cause I’m really amnesic
And everything else fell into the labyrinth again. I didn’t have any grandiose intentions, such as wanting to return to the original world or wanting to know the secrets of this world. However, I am not a decent enough person to just bury the past that moves my body. Even if it’s not at the level of digging into what happened one by one, wouldn’t it be possible to stretch your feet and sleep if you know the whole story.
The problem is that even revealing the whole story is far from being possible right now. No, others taught me right away while doing status windows and quests, but why did I hide it so tightly? I just lay down on the bed.
“Ac real.”
And then, a few minutes later, I jumped up. I don’t know, but in the end, no matter how much I think about it, there are just more problems that I can’t solve. As Seol-ah said before, it is a useless worry that corresponds to 96%. Even the same useless worries seemed like a bummer when it was my job right now, but since the scale has grown to this extent, I have to say that I can’t feel it. I don’t think so.
Besides, to be honest, I felt more comfortable. Anyway, the problems that were weighing down my mind were neatly resolved. Who did the Grand Duchess remember with a smile? Grow. Who did Hestia remember? That’s me too I decided to completely shake off even the slightest bit of delusion left in my heart.
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“First meeting?”
“Yes. You talked about something with my mother yesterday.”
Hestia seemed somewhat taken aback by my sudden request. She asked me back in her cautious manner.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? What?”
“That, talking about the old days. To be honest, I thought maybe I had brought up such a story in front of Mikhail for no reason….”
She slurred her tongue. She didn’t know it, but she seemed to be paying attention. It was a story that did not apply to me, who had shaken off almost all delusions.
I immediately found Hestia and asked her to tell me about the day we first met. To be honest, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care. Just as she said, even a few hours ago, she felt uncomfortable, and she couldn’t believe that she could listen to her story, but when she realized that it was me in the end, the hesitation that remained in her heart disappeared completely.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s all about me anyway.”
“Is that so? I’m glad then. I was in a bit of a bad mood earlier.”
“That… they say?”
I flinched for a moment. Was it that much tea? ?
“Anyway, I’m really fine. Tell me a story about my childhood you never know Maybe this will be a hint and remind you of old memories.”
“Even if it’s an old story…. As I said before, I only met her once. Well, nothing particularly great happened. Just at the New Year’s party, my parents introduced me saying that we’re the same age and that we should get along, and then… , And… , what? Why can’t I remember?”
Hestia was engrossed in her thoughts of the past, then tilted her head.
“You don’t remember?”
“Yes…. I’m sure my parents introduced me, so we met, the first impression was good, and I remember talking together, but I can’t remember how we broke up that day.”
“No, what. It was a long time ago, so I may not remember. Besides, you’re still young. Maybe they both parted half asleep?”
“Maybe.”
She nodded her head with her serious expression. It’s strange that she remembers every single thing about what happened that day. It wouldn’t be something to take that seriously.
Anyway, is this the end? Something feels more normal than I thought.
“There was nothing more special than I thought.”
“Uh, are you saying that meeting me for the first time isn’t special?”
Hestia glanced at her mischievously. Maybe it’s because she’s a little relaxed, she suddenly felt that she was cute even in that way. I lifted her hands up and lightly grabbed her cheeks and shook her.
“It can’t be.”
“Ugh, Mikhail, let go of this.”
I immediately let go of her hand.
“Are you sick?”
“It’s not that I’m sick, but I was a bit like an old man. My father.”
A man. It’s a sound that somehow sounds more painful than usual. Maybe it’s because he realized that if he added up to this life, he’s at an age where there’s nothing strange about being called a real uncle. More than that, did Hestia’s father act like an idiot while pretending to be solemn to others? It’s somehow unimaginable.
Hestia glanced at me, wondering if she was talking about her uncle a little too much even though she was talking about herself.
“Just kidding, kidding. Don’t be so sullen.”
“When did I say I was sullen?”
I was hurt a little…. I didn’t pout. I grabbed it and this time she grabbed my cheek… I didn’t lose, and I was a little embarrassed, so I raised her hand close to my face and then lowered it again. I’m not going to miss this cute action.
“What, did you put your hand down again because you were embarrassed?”
“No.”
“Really? No need to be ashamed So, here. It’s okay to touch it as much as you like. I won’t say anything like a lady.”
I deliberately bent over her and brought her face close to her. Hestia might have wanted to hide her slightly reddened face, but she answered my words with her head turned away.
“That was a joke?! I was paying attention too!”
“No? Because i don’t care Rather, come on, try it.”
I eagerly put my face in her hands. This childish play continued until she reluctantly tapped the tip of her finger on my cheek with her trembling fingertips.
“Ugh…. Is this fun?”
“Yes.”
As if Hestia was very tired, she hated it. Of course I had a lot of fun, so she honestly told me that it was fun. Besides, it’s extremely rare for Hestia to play a prank like this on me first, so she’s not without teasing. I wonder if I was kidding too much. Still, when I see things like this, it seems like she’s opening her heart to me little by little, so I feel good, I feel new, I’m happy.
Hestia, seeing me stutter like an idiot, put her hand on her waist and let out a sigh.
“Ugh. Anyway, I’m glad you’re feeling a little better.”
“What are you talking about? Did I really do nothing?”
“Cheat the people you are going to fool.”
I was scratching my head. Write, there is so much tea.
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