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'A promise?'
I harbored a doubt.
This is the past.
Cordisias, the future Continua, said he would keep the promise to the other future Eight Gods.
What did he promise?
Is it indeed an important promise?
Ѐn̂ um а
Would it be important to me 1335 years later too?
I have doubts, but there is no way to know.
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I left the doubts as doubts. It wasn't an easy thing, but it wasn't difficult. Because for me, the paradox had become reality.
"Are they all dead?"
Regardless of whatever doubts I harbored, Cordisias spoke without caring. In this past, I was nothing but a spectator.
I could interfere, but the whole world forgot my interference immediately.
Е̊ ňu̇m а
"No. I left two alive."
"One must be to make him testify at the Council of Elders, and the other?"
"It is a spare."
"Good."
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The fanatics of the Black Light who infiltrated disguised as an acrobat troupe were all sprawled out as corpses except for two.
Except for a few, it was all Debius's handiwork.
Е n u_m̄ а
Even in his youth, he is a man with strength that is beyond fierce, bordering on ferocious.
To think they thought of invading the Imperial Court with this level of skill…. Caseptus muttered.
A clear sneer lingered around his mouth. Debius frowned.
As if asking why you are sneering when I'm the one who got blood on my hands.
Caseptus felt Debius's displeasure but did not bother to pay attention.
"Caseptus."
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"Yes, Your Highness."
"You talk too much."
"……I will be careful."
The one scolding was rather Cordisias.
He knew that Caseptus had a nature prone to sneering easily.
Also that this wasn't very good.
É n̄ům̆ ā .і̄d̆
"Throw the corpses outside."
Lest bugs gather.
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At Cordisias's words, the woman beside him stepped forward.
She is a mage.
The 'Last Mage', my master.
As she waved her hand, silver smoke made the pebbles in the garden begin to dance.
Ẅ е̌ b ň о̆v ёl_ Е n̄ûmа̂
One dancing fairy per pebble, though they were too grotesquely shaped to be called fairies, they listened well.
They began to neatly organize the fanatics' corpses and traces of the acrobat troupe and carry them outside the Imperial Court.
Meticulously, without leaving a single bloodstain.
"Let's return."
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The mage who was cleaning up the garden opened her mouth.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
W̄ е b̄ n̈_òv̌еl̈ Е̌ nu m̌ а
"What is it, Sen Sorti?"
So Sen Sorti was her real name.
I muttered.
My master, the 'Last Mage', had many names.
So I vaguely assumed the name Sen Sorti would also be a made-up name, but to think it was her real name used since 1335 years ago.
"May I finish cleaning up and follow you."
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"Do so."
Cordisias spat out curtly and moved his steps briskly.
I realized anew that that man, young Cordisias, was the same person as Great Emperor Continua.
There couldn't possibly be two men who turn away so coldly in such an elusive manner.
"Cold. So cold."
Sen Sorti also shook her head.
W е̊b nо̆ v ē l Ѐ nũ mа̂
However, there is a faint smile on her lips as she looks at Cordisias's retreating figure.
No way. I sensed a strange current between the man and woman, and this gave me a feeling close to displeasure.
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It might be that the two people I know well had a relationship I never imagined in their youth.
Just making such a conjecture made me feel appalled.
The mage moved her hands even while shaking her head.
She recited an incantation, and this was close to a song.
Ӗǹů m̈ á
While doing so, she looked at me.
Eyes of unchanging color even 1335 years ago.
A blue color that looks silver at a glance.
"……."
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Feeling her gaze, I retreated about three steps to the side.
I was not an existence belonging to this place, and I was also wearing the 'Crown of Paradox' on my head.
Wе̇ḃ ṅоv̇ е l Е́ nůṁ а̀.
If I put my mind to it, no one would be able to find me.
My already faint presence became even fainter.
I felt certain that even if I spoke to someone, the opponent would not be able to hear.
However, Sen Sorti's gaze followed my movements.
"Do you think I can't see you if you do that?"
The mage said.
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"You're right there?"
I did not answer, but she continued speaking.
"You, I mean, you."
"……."
"Your face is not visible but… you who are wearing a strange wooden crown!"
***
Ẁe b n ö v̀е l E̊_n̂üm_а
"Don't hide and come out."
I realized that Sen Sorti had discovered me.
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Even though I was an existence that could not be discovered. It was an astonishing thing.
I fell into contemplation for a moment, and Sen Sorti's action was swift.
She summoned three masses of power in an instant.
One blazed, one rippled, and one crackled.
W е̇b̊n о v ê l Ѐn̆ ũ m̈ӓ
The three powers, as pure as they were destructive, were each no less than six-star magic.
She was a very outstanding mage, and she felt great anxiety toward me whom even such a self could not perceive properly.
I also noticed that fact and revealed my form.
"I never hid."
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I said.
When I opened my mouth, Sen Sorti also came to perceive me properly.
Е̌ṅ u.m̃а̌ . і̄ d́
"I was here all along. You all just didn't discover me."
"Strange…."
Sen Sorti stared intently at my face.
She frowned, and her appearance was like a young girl.
I knew that the Sen Sorti in front of my eyes was younger than me.
Because the heart of the Regressor Shion is already around forty.
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"Why do you look exactly like Cordisias? Are you a hidden brother or something? Your Highness is an only son…."
"Do I resemble him?"
"It's not just a resemblance."
"Hmm."
I shrugged my shoulders.
I am Cordisias's (Continua's) son.
Ӗ ǹ_ǔm̌ а̂
Naturally, I have no choice but to resemble him.
But I didn't particularly want to say it.
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I reconciled with everything, but it didn't mean I came to like everything.
I didn't like my father yet.
"Strange existence. What are you?"
"Shion."
E_ǹ umà
"Shion?"
Sen Sorti flinched.
Shion, Shion…. She unconsciously chewed on the name Shion several times.
Also, Sen Sorti almost put her hand on her stomach but hurriedly lowered it again.
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Her gaze became even sharper.
"…Surprising."
Е ñu_ṁ а̇.і d̄
"Is my name surprising? Why?"
"…It's nothing."
The mage changed the subject.
"Is it just a name? No surname?"
"Pollinglight. Shion Pollinglight."
"……Pollinglight? You."
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"Me."
"……"
She fell into deep silence once again.
Perhaps she had no intention of hiding her seriousness anymore, her face hardened very stiffly.
Sen Sorti slowly opened her mouth.
"…It's strange to say this upon first meeting, but I write novels as a hobby."
Ė num̀ а̀ . і́ d
"Is that so?"
It was a fact I knew, but I listened pretending not to know.
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It was out of consideration for my master's younger days.
"Pollinglight is the name of my novel's protagonist. But I haven't shown that to anyone. Only one person knows the fact that I write novels."
"What a surprising coincidence."
"Is it a coincidence?"
Е n̈ u m̀ а
"Actually, no."
I said.
"So please lower your hand."
"…Suspicious guy. I want to freeze you solid right here and now."
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"You probably won't be able to do that."
The three masses of power Sen Sorti summoned became five before I knew it.
W eb̄ nо̀ v е̌ ĺ Е́n ù_m̌ a
They are flashing with even more intense brilliance than before.
However, they were not a threat to me.
Because I am a spectator to the end.
"I do not belong here."
"Then where did you come from?"
"Far future."
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I, Shion Pollinglight, tapped my forehead.
"I will stay for a moment and disappear. And you all will quickly forget even the fact that I stayed."
"…Future, huh. Is that so? So that is possible…."
Sen Sorti muttered.
Her intellect is outstanding.
Her excellence is one of the few throughout human history.
Ŵе́ b ń ōv ēl̄ Enŭ m̈ ӓ
Her intellect is so outstanding that it is close to a kind of spirituality.
She glimpsed a huge truth in a few words I threw.
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"You said everyone forgets you. Could I be an exception?"
"Probably not."
"That's a shame. Such a strange encounter is rare."
She glanced sideways at me.
Ёnũ m̀ а
My silver hair was radiant.
"What did you come to do?"
"I came to see what happens."
"What happens?"
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"I don't know what 'what happens' is. I came because I was curious about that."
"I think I know."
Е n̊ŭ ḿ.а̊. id̈
Sen Sorti giggled.
She raised her hand and pointed somewhere.
I could tell that direction was where the sun sets.
"West."
The mage whispered.
"Go to the West, Shion. You will be able to discover the thing you are looking for there."
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"How far west?"
"How should I explain?"
Sen Sorti cupped her chin.
She had no choice but to worry if saying a place name she knew would be conveyed to a person from the far future.
"Even if I say Dimashq, you wouldn't know. It's north of the Island of Light, and south of the Pit of Black Light…."
"…Dimashq?"
Ѐn_u m̃а
I asked back unwittingly.
I know the name Dimashq.
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I cannot not know.
The land where I achieved the greatest victory against the Empire before regression, where I lost the most comrades, where I became a hero in name and reality.
And, the wilderness where I was stabbed in the heart.
"…Dimashq Wilderness?"
Еṅ um̂ à . і d
"Wilderness? What are you saying? Where else is there a land as fertile as the Dimashq Plains?"
"…It seems it wasn't a wilderness at this time."
"Ah. Is that so? Could be. Conversation with a person living in a different time is interesting."
Does that mean wine made from Dimashq grapes didn't exist in that era?
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It's a continental delicacy, you see.
Sen Sorti laughed.
E ň ǔm̀ ӑ . і d̈
"Anyway, go to Dimashq. There will be an event soon. Because Cordisias promised us. There, we……."
"Sen Sorti!"
A quick-tempered voice was heard.
The noble young man wearing round glasses was approaching with a frown.
His house slave followed behind.
"How long are you going to dawdle! Your Highness is waiting!"
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"I got it, Caseptus!"
Sen Sorti got angry in return as if telling him not to be annoyed.
"Stop throwing temper tantrums. Or your head will go completely bald!"
"……It won't go bald! It hasn't gone bald!"
"Yet."
"……In the future too!!"
Е̌ n̊ ü m ӑ. і̄_d̆
There was strangely no confidence in Caseptus's voice asserting the health of his hair.
Because he sometimes realizes in front of the mirror that his forehead is expanding.
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Caseptus was speaking to Sen Sorti, but he did not perceive me.
Because of that, I whispered to my past master with a comfortable mind.
"Did you know? That guy becomes a complete bald eagle later."
"Really? That's a relief."
Ên̈ üm̃ а
"Is it surprising?"
"No. I thought it would be so."
Even though Caseptus did not hear our conversation, he felt a strange displeasure.
He was clearly displeased but couldn't find the reason.
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Because of that, he ended up throwing more of a temper for no reason.
Naturally, the target was Sen Sorti.
Wӗ b̂n̂_о̃ v̀ е̌ l Ѐn ům ă
Seeing Caseptus now almost jumping up and down in rage, Sen Sorti and I shook our heads.
The slave Hireium also shook his head slightly toward his master.
Sen Sorti asked me.
"I will forget you, right, Shion?"
"Because you must."
Still, it's a shame.
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Sen Sorti muttered.
Her attitude changed after hearing my name.
She was expressing clear favor toward me.
I don't know what kind of favor it is, but it felt affectionate.
"Farewell, Shion."
"Farewell, Sen Sorti."
Е̇ num̈ а
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Sen Sorti left.
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Caseptus and Hireium likewise.
The garden where the corpses were is now just a garden.
Lush greenery and colorful flowers.
How things untouched by human hands are no different even a thousand years ago.
Ё n̊ ûm̄_а ._і̇ d
What changes is always only humans?
Left alone again, I felt comfort.
I muttered.
"Dimashq Wilderness… no, I must go to the Plains."
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That was enough.
I was in the Dimashq Plains.
Wеb̈n о̇vе̇l̈ Е̇ñ ǔm̆ a
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