Chapter 308 < Dungeon Reset 308Usd >

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Arachne's castle at that time.

[What's wrong with you all of a sudden, sir?]

Miyaang.

Suddenly, when the memory looks somewhere, Serpa looks at her with a puzzled look, his knees still.

“…… I think someone called me. ”

A small lip of memory that had been silent for a while was suddenly smiling. Tr ansl a ted by ｊp ｍtl.ｃ om

[Who are you talking about?]

“Who would that be? ”

[There he is again.]

At that, Serpa sighs with his nose and snaps his chin back at her knees.

However, unlike his indifferent attitude, there was already a small enchantment on his pupils.

It was possible to sense the invisible rope that was touching his master without having to use magic.

[He must have entered the shadow world again.] T ra nslated b y Ｊp mt l .ｃ o m

“The Shadow World? What's that?”

The memory glances at its black cat with a curious look on its face when I first heard it.

[Refers to a world in which the illusion is realized through the use of shadow magic. Just like here.]

“Aha. Thank you, Serpa. ”

[Glad you could help.]

Serpa was fortunate.

Although he has lost a lot of memories now, he still has quite a bit of memories of this young master.

And at the same time, I was amazed.

Even though they didn't know the name, they were unconsciously using their abilities.

Memory itself is just a piece of memory created by the art of shadow.

[Are you going to answer him?]

“Me? How? I'm stuck here and there's nothing I can do. ”

[…….]

Serpa silences the young girl as she shakes her head at her question.

For Serpa, who remembers her image in the future, the spirit of the master of this childhood was sometimes unfamiliar. T ransl a te d by ｊp mt l.ｃ oｍ

But I knew how to comfort him like this.

[Then let's burn charcoal for him.]

“Oh! Should I? ”

[…….]

And I was accustomed to the appearance of the master who soon brightened his face because he was thinking of going to Nogada.

“When you're feeling down, smell the charcoal, too! ”

[Ah, yes…….]

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“Memory! You're here, too! ”

Jungdown sees the girl staring into the poison's eyes, even among the beautiful forest tribes, and raises her hand.

I think I'm in my late teens.

She was inviting and beautiful enough to purify her eyes just looking at her.

While I didn't see it, I didn't recognize it right away at first, but my face was still there as a child.

As I approached the memory of growing up to be a young lady, she was disgusted and stared at him sharply.

“Ugh! Don't come any closer! You rotten acolyte! ” T ransl a ted by Jpｍ tl.ｃoｍ

“... Wow, I'm a little hurt right now. ”

The memory's gaze at the downside was filled with hostility and rebellion, like a bad teenager.

[You understand. She's in puberty.]

Sollia's words make you laugh in vain.

One thing was certain.

This memory doesn't recognize itself.

The little memory here and the puberty memory here that are now making charcoal in Arachne's tower are separate from each other.

However, no matter how strong I pretended, I could see myself bluffing.

The proof was that the widowed shoulder was shivering and her eyes were glaring as if she were about to burst into tears right away.

I feel sorry for him, but he faced reality.

After all, everything that lies ahead was in the past.

No matter how sorry I was, there was no way I could help you now.

I decided to take care of my business.

“Solia, I can't believe this is your gift.... ”

It was then. T r ans l ate d b y jp ｍ t l.co m

The tribes of the forest block the memory with flying force.

“Don't come any closer to the Empress! ”

“The princess will protect us at the risk of our lives! ”

Pa, pa, pa! Pot!

Golden Mages were created in both hands.

They were willing to do everything they could to make up for the stupidity of the first response.

Why the Empire feared and hated the forest people calling them witches.

It was because they were born wizards.

However, Jungdown listened to what they said rather than reacting to their flights of fire and made a silly face.

Please, I wanted the name to be unified.

“My lady? You're not a saint or a witch, and now you're a princess again? How many business cards are there? ”

One kid was ready to have every job in the whole world.

But something popped into my mind.

“Uh, wait? But you said you were the emperor. Then... ”

Jungdown stares at the memory with a shocked look.

“Was that your daughter? ”

“ ……. ”

Silence was positive.

“Wow, really? Suddenly, out of nowhere, a secret of birth pops up? ”

Jungdown folds his arms, frowning.

“Hnng. What's going to happen then? ”

“Don't come near the Empress...! ”

“Hey, just be quiet for a second. Think about it. ”

Jungdown strikes back at himself as if annoying to the tribes of the forest.

Execute him!

Then there was a high wall of dirt between them and the good.

Suddenly, the forest tribes are stunned.

“No, magic!? ”

“Oh, my God! You can wield magic like this even if you're not from the forest!" ”

“Is he a forest tribe, too? ”

“No, you have a different hair color to say that! ”

“If so, no way! Half-blooded!”

“No way the forest tribe is marrying humans! ”

Somehow, even more and more, I felt like there was a secret of being born that was not as memorable.

Jungdown folds his arms over the dirt wall and asks Solia directly.

“Now, explain. You know a lot about her, don't you? What happened to the memory, to the princess? ”

[Phew...]

Instead, you hear a deep sigh from Sollia.

I thought it was a good time.

I wasn't really interested in other people's lives when I was confused, but I felt like I needed to hear this opportunity.

“Keep it as short as you can, because the forest is on fire. ”

[…… it's not that long a story. To conclude, the beginning and end of everything was all because of Emperor Bamum's ambition.]

Solia starts the story by cursing at Vabun.

Emperor Bamum, the conqueror of the world.

Of course, the walk he took to unify the world was never peaceful.

War. Another war....

After a relentless war, there were mountains of corpses and oceans of blood in this world.

Many deaths drew all over the land.

[And those terrible deaths have been sacrificed to bring a true end to this earth.]

This was a story I already knew.

Just as the dragon of the Apocalypse sought resurrection in a dance filled with many deaths of the moths.

Many deaths eventually preceded the end.

[At first, of course, it was only a minor level. Signs of the Apocalypse were all over the place.]

At first, no one knew the end had begun.

However, as the prophets in the imperial palace began to prophesy of the coming end, Emperor Baboon finally came to prepare for the end.

[The contingency was to give his daughter to God. He locked his little girl in a tower and made her pray to God every day.]

“That's the memory. No. What's her real name? ”

“I don't have a name. The moment I dedicated my name to God, it no longer matters. Only the role of" Holy Girl "is important. ”

“Huh?"

The answer to this question was not Sollia, but the party.

Suddenly, the Jungle was surrounded again by the tribes of Memory Forest.

But Jungdown has known of their approach for a long time.

However, I didn't really care because the hostility disappeared from their faces one day.

Instead, I was looking down at my family with a straight face.

“Oh, you poor thing! If it was a mix of forest tribes, I should have spoken from the beginning! ”

“ ……? ”

“I know. You didn't think we'd persecute a half-breed! That's something only humans can do! ”

“ ……. ”

No, look at these naive people.

The downfall has collapsed.

‘I think they are misunderstanding something, but let them be happy because they all look happy. ’

However, it was not just one person who misunderstood the memory.

Rather, she glanced at the world's waters behind her back.

“I'll talk to you in person from now on. Are you all right, Solia? ”

[…… yes.]

“You two seem to know each other well? ”

When Jungdown asked, the memory seemed natural.

“I'm a saint. Of course I can hear the voice of the goddess. How can you even talk to Solia if you're not even a saint? ”

“Maybe I'm a saint. ”

He looked embarrassed, saying that he had said too much.

However, the opposing Pokémon receives a line of skill.

“What? You're a Saint!? Wow!"

“ ……? ”

Why are the people in these woods so naive?

Where did all the sharp eyes go? I sighed a small sigh because of the simple reaction of looking at me with my eyes wide open like a surprised rabbit.

“…… I'm just sorry about everything. Let's just skip this. So what's the next story? ”

As he turns around, the memory tilts its head for a moment and opens its mouth again.

“Well, the whole world knows about it from here. I became a saint, and I prayed for people every day. But the apocalypse was accelerated. ”

The memory of the feeling of helplessness at that time seemed to be crying right away.

After that, it was a natural story.

As all kinds of disasters worsened while the saint was praying, people's blame was now directed at the saint, not the emperor.

And it was never a coincidence.

[Emperor Ba Boon actively blamed the saint for all of this.]

“Wow, I knew he was a bad guy, but he was a real bad guy. ”

A harsh word pops out of his mouth.

Foolish public, crowd psychology, and propaganda.

All those dirty, dirty things combined, and made a poor little boy a witch.

However, even though I tried to be angry, the bastard was not dying.

He didn't even die at his hands.

Moreover, he didn't just die, he was beaten to death by hot fire and dungeon beans, and was beaten to death without a care.

“That's why I fled to this forest. The whole world blamed me for being a witch, so I thought maybe the real witches would accept me...... ”

“ ……. ”

That was the end of the story.

As I was about to ask something, I had to keep my mouth shut.

After speaking boldly, a single tear was pouring down from the memory's eyes.

Then, the tribes of the forest next to her said they were comforting her and began to clap their backs.

“It's all my fault. Even if I prayed harder.... ”

[What else do you do while you're praying so hard? Please stop praying. My ears are tingling.]

“But Solia woke up. Everything's gonna be okay now. ”

[…….]

Solia was unable to say anything to the pure reaction without more memory.

He wasn't a real goddess himself.

In this aged atmosphere, I couldn't wait to open my mouth.

“Look, I'm really sorry to break it to you. Do you think you could give me what you've been holding in your arms? ”

“…… my doll? Why?”

Earlier, the memory held a very familiar stuffed rabbit in its arms.

And there was a little drop on the doll's clothing.