127 – I don’t have ■■
“Ah….”
Scarlett opened her eyes feeling a strong dizziness. When she came to her senses, she found herself standing in the middle of a long dark hallway.
The only light around is the candles hanging on the wall at regular intervals. The orange flames combined with the vertigo kept her from blurring her vision.
She took her steps slowly.
Since the corridor only stretched in a straight line, she didn’t have to worry about which direction to go.
She walked and walked like that.
And finally at some point.
“….”
At the end of the corridor, the other Scarlett stood still and stared blankly at the scenery unfolding before her eyes.
There was a large space reminiscent of an exhibition hall. There were large portraits hanging all over the walls.
“A familiar face.”
The faces in the portraits were all familiar. All of them were portraits of Judith, and beneath the portraits of her mother and father hung images of herself and Flan side by side.
Scarlett approached it as if possessed.
“… !”
And when she approached a certain distance, she naturally stopped her steps.
At some point, a human figure suddenly appeared and was walking side by side with her.
Scarlett recognized it.
“Libra?”
The one who cuts the memory. Libra.
It was definitely her. Libra looked at her Scarlett with a hat on her head and a foxtail in her mouth.
“Have you come? Scarlett.”
“… How long have you been here?”
“I have never left this place.”
It was an answer that Scarlett couldn’t understand. That’s also true, because she had seen Libra on the plains even when she was dueling with Plan.
… Still have a bad headache
Scarlett shook her head, cupping her forehead with one hand on her forehead.
“I didn’t understand.”
“In the first place, I am nothing but a piece of memory.”
The piece of Libra calmly continued.
“My main body removed some of the memories using [Archive] And left them in the annex. That’s what they say the country is.”
I was soon convinced.
This is possible with Libra, not anyone else.
「Storage」「Removal」「Injection」…. Since there are more than several swords she wields, it shouldn’t have been difficult to leave fragments of her memories in her annex.
Scarlett parted her lips.
“I want to know the past that I don’t know.”
“It is not difficult.”
Libra’s fragment held out a sword. Scarlett quietly hands it over.
“This sword….”
Scarlett also knew her identity. One of Suzaru’s swords that Libra wields. It was “Read”.
“Can I read all the past with this?”
“It is impossible.”
A fragment of Libra shook her head.
“Reading consumes a lot of mental power, so it would be best to look into the past of just one person.”
“One person….”
Scarlett first stood in front of her mother’s portrait. Even though it was just a picture drawn with paint, I felt a familiar heat nonetheless.
“Can I insert this sword?”
“It is possible to browse by simply pointing the blade at it, but that is only part of it. They say it’s definitely better to plug it in.”
Scarlett first carefully aimed at the tip of the blade.
At that moment, the portrait contained in the frame changes its appearance like a wave.
─You really won’t regret it.
At the same time, a familiar voice hit my ear.
“… !”
Scarlett’s eyes widened.
Her head turns on its own. The look she longed to see, the voice she longed to hear. Evelyn, the scorching knight, was standing in Plan’s room.
─You won’t be able to use your unique abilities from now on.
Evelyn said to Flan, who was lying on her bed, and Flan nodded her head with a pale complexion.
─If you think you will regret this later, you can withdraw. Because it is still possible to recover.
─No.
Plan’s pale face became determined. He shakes his head resolutely.
─I do not regret my choice. Proof can be done in other fields as well.
─Then would you do that?
Evelyn probably smiled.
“It is a memory I do not know at all….”
That was all I could see. It seemed that this was the limit for aiming at the tip of the blade.
Scarlett moved the tip of the blade, this time pointing at her father’s portrait.
Once again, the scenery inside the frame is sparkling.
This time, a room in Judith’s mansion. Father Theodore was looking down at something.
His gaze is on the bed, and the girl with jet-black hair is tightly closing her eyes.
She was herself.
─Is it good luck or bad luck?
Then, Libra entered her room and said. Scarlett also turned her head and focused her attention on her words.
─It is said that scorching heat somehow became a legend. However, this body will never….
─It’s done. ‘Cause it’s already been like this
That was all I could read. At the same time, a severe headache ran through her head.
This, too, was a memory she was completely unaware of.
“Ugh….”
The feeling of vomiting rises once again. The consumption of mental energy of reading was truly enormous.
But Scarlett made a decision.
As she faced the past she did not know, her desire for the truth surged. Her swiftly moving hand naturally reversed her grip on her sword.
Kwadeuk—!
She drives her blade with all her might into the heart of the portrait she is painted on.
Koo-ung!
At the same time, her own heart beat loudly.
A sense of exhaustion, as if the soul is being pulled out of the body. Her entire vision shakes and her bodily sensations stop at once.
“Ugh… !”
Reason breaks off and connects again and again.
“Ha ha ha….”
When he was finally able to breathe. Scarlett gasped and looked around her.
She was Judith’s swordsmanship training ground.
The bright sun hung in the sky, and birds chirped sweetly somewhere. Nearby were wooden scarecrows.
“… !”
And the next moment. She was startled.
On her front.
“Who are you?”
There was a young flan, tilting his head.
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“Do you have any business with me?”
Little flan looked up at Scarlett. Scarlett narrowed her eyes in an incomprehensible situation.
Was it an experiential viewing? I didn’t know.
“Hey?”
“Oh, yes.”
Scarlett awkwardly responded to Plan’s urging.
Circumstances are also circumstance, but what was truly awkward was the appearance of Plan in the front.
A healthy, sweaty look, lively eyes, wearing greaves, and a wooden sword in his hand.
All of that is so unfamiliar.
“… Weird.”
Scarlett put her hand on her forehead. The memory of this period should be in her head, but why is the young flan so unfamiliar to her?
Scarlett found it profound because it was a distinctly different sensation from “I forgot it over time.”
A height barely reaching Scarlett’s stomach. Plan opened his mouth again.
“Shall I show you to the parlor of the mansion?”
“All right. She’s only been there for a while.”
“Aha, excuse me then.”
After a light greeting, Plan passed Scarlett. She stood in front of the wooden scarecrow and began swinging her wooden sword with all her might.
The boy’s sword is quite neat. Even at a glance, it seemed that he had reached the level of Beomjae.
‘It is different from memory.’
Did he wield his sword so well when he was at this level?
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When her height came to the level of Scarlett’s chest, she seems to have been abused by Scarlett around that time. The pieces in her head didn’t quite fit.
“….”
Anyway, seeing Plan swinging the sword made her feel very strange.
“I don’t swing like that.”
Scarlett snatched Flan’s sword. Even though it was her wooden sword in her hand, the Scarecrow was cut in half as if it had been cut by steel.
“Wow….”
Plan is admiring. I ask while taking her wooden sword back.
“I didn’t know. Are you a knight?”
“Yes.”
Scarlett quietly nodded her head.
“I envy the knight’s colleagues. You can always see this kind of swordsmanship. May I ask you one more time?”
“You aren’t self-taught, are you?”
“Yes. My mother often sees me. Uh?”
Suddenly, Plan’s eyes widened.
“Come to think of it, the knight’s swordsmanship is very similar to my mother’s.”
“Hmm.”
Once again, the puzzle is out of place in my head.
Isn’t it natural to say that it is ‘similar to my sister’s swordsmanship’ in this situation?
“Well, that’s it.”
But she soon brushed off her worries. You have successfully entered her memory, so if you have any questions, you can look at it with your own eyes from now on.
Whoo-!
Plan started swinging his sword again.
In a daze, she looked at it.
The passionate figure of Plan, the confident figure of a boy who is like a flame in itself, makes Scarlett’s heart mysterious. As if by instinct, the body keeps reacting strangely.
Plan swings his sword relentlessly.
Scarlett stared blankly at it.
And at some point, I murmured involuntarily.
“What are you working so hard on? The guy who will put down the sword anyway….”
“Never.”
Scarlett was surprised inside. Because Flan, who was wielding her sword, was looking at her with a very serious look in her eyes.
“I will never let go of my sword.”
Knowing the result of letting go of her sword in the end, Plan’s answer felt a little shameless. But at the same time, there was no lie to be read on his face.
“Wait.”
None.
I don’t remember.
‘Why did I let go of the sword… ?’
Come to think of it, in Scarlett’s head, there is only the result that Plan put the sword. I couldn’t remember the exact reason at all.
“… What did you swing your sword for?”
“Of course.”
Plan laughed. She looked as if she had heard a very easy question.
“It is to protect someone important.”
“To protect an important person?”
“Yes. Until the last moment, I will wield my sword for the sake of my precious people.”
Silence fell for a moment.
It was inevitable. Because I have nothing to say when I face Plan’s eyes full of sincerity.
Shoot aaa~
A cool breeze swept through their bodies. It makes jet-black hair flutter.
“That you….”
Scarlett opened her mouth again. In a low voice.
“Why did you let go of the sword? As if showing off.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Plan looks at Scarlett and the wooden sword in his hand.
Scarlett asked in a thin voice, knowing that he couldn’t return any answer, knowing that it was just her memory.
“Is family not important to you?”
“It is precious. That too.”
“Then why did you betray me?”
Scarlett’s voice keeps shaking more and more.
“Family. In particular, what was the reason for letting go of the sword, even while betraying my sister’s expectations?”
“….”
Plan didn’t answer anything.
It wasn’t a question I uttered expecting an answer in the first place. Because what is in front of you is just a piece of memory.
But then.
“I….”
What Plan said was shocking.
“I don’t have a sister.”
“… !”
Scarlett raised her eyes. Plan had just spit out that, obviously, he doesn’t have a sister.
She put her trembling hand over her chest. Her heart was pounding madly.
Suddenly, it felt like something on her head was shattering like glass.
The moment she barely opened her lips to ask back.
“Ah, flan!”
A clear voice came from the other side.
“Flan! I miss you!”
A little girl runs to Dodo and falls into Plan’s arms. The girl was someone Scarlett knew well.
I breathed in vain.
The girl who hugged Flan with a happy face on her face, that girl with black hair like a shadow.
“… It’s me.”
Scarlet Judith.
It was me.
One, two. Finally.
Memories that had been asleep began to emerge.
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