-- who does this scene that is being shown endlessly belong to?

　As a matter of fact, I have some idea of the identity of the original person who is the viewpoint of my memory, although to some extent I have an idea of the identity of the original person.

　Loki - the unidentified person who created the medallion and was the cause of the destruction of the ancient magical civilization.

　There are several reasons for this presumption.

　First of all, even though he was also a member of Alphasul, he is nowhere to be found in the current recreated world, let alone a glimpse of it before.

　You can't deny the theory that he was a friend in his later years, but I find it more convincing to think that 'he is a viewpoint person from memory, so his own image is not reflected'.

　If the former theory is taken into account, the problem of whose memory is it if it's not Loki's, which is even more difficult to solve, will pile up.

　And another thing is that Alfazul told me that he was 'learning alchemy'.

　Of course, that's not true, but it can be explained if you consider that it was actually the viewpoint person from memory, and most importantly, I've heard that Loki had also learned alchemy.

　With this much material in hand, it's enough to form a hypothesis.

　This memory I'm being shown is Loki, the alchemist who created the medallion and the divine beast - we should approach things on that assumption from now on.

　The question is the fundamental question of why I've been thrown into this situation.

　With the current clues, we can imagine this and that, but it's difficult to make it convincing enough to call it a hypothesis.

　Was it aimed at me personally?
　Did I just step into this place by chance, where anyone can wander in?

　Did I plant this world in my 'right eye' with the intention of having some effect on visitors?
　Was it merely a residency due to accidental causes, or was it left as a record for no deeper reason?

　Right now, I still had no idea.

　Perhaps it was only significant to the extent that the perpetrator of the incident had left a memoir before his execution.

　In that case, though, the mystery of why it was the 'right eye' remains.

' (...... the noise has subsided. My vision is clearing up. ......)

　The unpleasant sounds that disturb our hearing and the strange sandstorm that blocks our vision gradually fade and disappear.

　If I were to use a theatrical metaphor, it would be as if the curtain had been lowered at the end of one scene and then raised again as preparations for the next scene were completed.

　I decided to wait for the next replay of my memory to begin, taking care to act calmly no matter what happened--










In the morning?

　I sluggishly wake up from my weakness, feeling the strange sensation of waking up in a dream.

　The first thing I do is look around and see where I am.

　It's a room in a dwelling somewhere.
　At least it doesn't feel like a bedroom, but rather a living room where you go about your daily life.

　There are few things and it's deserted, and it seems inexplicably unlikely to be lived in.

　The place where I was sleeping was not a bed either.

　He was simply lying on the sofa and covering himself with a towel, which was a lazy way to catch a glimpse of the memory owner's private life.

' (Loki's home ......?)　It's tidy for an alchemist. ...... No research tools or materials ...... Do you have a separate laboratory or reference room ......?

　As I let my thoughts run through my mind without saying it out loud, a sort of conviction and conviction that 'it must be so' came to me from the back of my head.

　I wonder if you are kind enough not to confuse me into a new situation.

　With a wry smile, I was about to get off the couch when I noticed that a book had fallen at my feet.

　I wonder if he was reading a book before he fell asleep.

　Just as he was about to reach for it, a girl's voice he didn't recognize was thrown at him from the next room.

'Good morning, father.'

　The owner of the voice emerges from the door that was left open.

　It was a young woman with a gloomy atmosphere - an all-black woman with long white hair, old enough to be called a girl.

　Somehow the right half of her face is hidden by a mask, and the skin that can be glimpsed is morbidly pale.

　But still, what does it mean to be your father?

　I didn't think that time had flown by all at once, so I checked the status of my body, but I was still as young as I was in the scene just now.

'' (No. ...... If Loki has a long life span, will he still look the same even if he flies for about twenty years or so? ......)''

　Anyway, it seems that this girl is the relatives of someone who is presumed to be the viewpoint person of memory - Loki.

　Should I refrain from saying or doing anything that might make people feel uncomfortable?

　But I don't even know this girl's name to begin with, so...

You can't... you can't... you can't... you can't...

　-- I couldn't help but be astonished at the words that naturally came out of my mouth.

　It wasn't my own will. I can only express that my body spoke on its own.

　It's a phenomenon ...... because this is a world where past memories have been recreated, and I wasn't going to be convinced if I didn't think that was the case.

''You looked tired yesterday, so I didn't ask you to speak to ...... yikes!

　A large white dog slipped past the gloomy girl's feet and came running up to me.

　The big white dog flirted with me for a moment and then, following the girl's call, went back to her feet.

Come here, h-e-r-e-r. You mustn't disturb your father.

　The girl stroked the white dog with a familiar hand to quiet him down, and then smiled at me.

''I understand that your plans for today are to first meet with the Wild Hunters. We have already prepared for you to change your clothes. Why don't you have breakfast before you leave?
'Oh, oh, thank you ......'

　The thank you just now was a word of my own volition.

　The situation had changed too rapidly for me to follow it right away, but I had some idea of this girl's position, or rather her role.

　The girl sent the white dog to the back of the next room, chuckled, and then bowed deeply.

'If you need my help, feel free to summon me whenever you need it. I'll go anywhere for your father.