“However, if there are reincarnated people among those who do not have memories, it wouldn’t apply, right? How do you know that those without memory are people of this world?”
That’s when Paolo spoke up for the first time.
He seemed to already know about other things and had been silent until now, but indeed, now that it was mentioned, it was true.
“I don’t know about that, but the person who wrote this said so. The author must have known something as evidence. I want to investigate that too. If this is true, we can let the world know what our existence is.”
“Is that [the outcome]?”
“Yeah. Well, not just that. Anyway, what we obtained from the materials here is proof that people with memories existed in the past. But at least one of my long-standing questions has been answered with this. I think it’s a wonderful thing.”
“…Question?”
When I asked what it was, the scholar said,
“Yes, I think you also know that there are people in this world who are beyond human. They take most of the good jobs, and even if we try to imitate them, we can’t. It’s always been a mystery to me. But now I finally understand. They are descendants of the race mentioned in this story.”
The scholar took out a book.
It was written in such an old language that I couldn’t understand anything. However, he seemed to be able to read it and pointed out, “Here it is!” I’m sorry, but I had no idea what was going on.
So, I just smiled vaguely and let it go.
It is written that they couldn’t completely abandon their country or hometown and started living among people. I think someone in the future researched and wrote this, but at that time, they were still considered a source of fear.
“I-Is that so?”
“Yes, it is!”
I couldn’t understand his happy and enraptured expression as he gazed at the document, so I thought about something else.
That’s because the face of a certain person came to mind.
“…Then, maybe.”
“That servant who’s always with you.”
Paolo said at the same time as my murmur. It seemed we were both thinking the same thing. We looked at each other and I gestured for him to continue.
“Ah, um…so, that servant who’s always with you is incredibly sturdy and has good eyesight. I thought maybe…”
“I thought the same thing. Actually, until I came here, I only thought of her as an amazing person…”
When she tried to help me regardless of her own safety, she was simply amazing. That’s all I can say. It felt like being in front of a cage with a starving beast. I felt bad for Dennis, but at that time, I was scared.
Well, considering she was calmly dealing with something that would normally result in more than just bruises, it might be natural after all.
“What are you whispering about? Who is the servant?” The scholar noticed and joined in. I reluctantly explained about Dennis. Then he nodded and said, “I see.”
And once again, he went to get something. He immediately brought something back and showed it to me again.
This time it was a simple slate-like drawing, but it was unclear what was being expressed.
The only thing I could understand was that there was a picture of a bipedal animal-like creature that I often see in fantasy stories. There were also pictures of animals’ heads.
In other words, people who looked like this lived in this world a long time ago. It was truly a fantasy.
And Dennis is apparently a descendant of them, although it is unclear which one.
“Look here, isn’t there someone depicted here breaking rocks? Do you know what this represents?”
“Haah… no.”
Even though he spoke with shining eyes, it only looked like a shoddy painting to me.
“It means that there were people who could do this kind of thing. It’s scary, but those who had memories in this world before us took over the earthly hegemony from these monsters with their knowledge and skills. Don’t you think it’s amazing? It proves our greatness.”
In other words, it was an indirect boast.
I just gave vague responses while watching the passionate scholar speak until his sermon ended with lukewarm feelings. However, it didn’t seem to end anytime soon. It seems that he has accumulated quite a bit of dissatisfaction.
Perhaps feeling sorry for me, Paolo said with a sigh, “Professor, please stop there for today. Lorraine is still not used to many things.”
“Hmm, oh, I see. Are you tired… Well, you are a lady after all. Let’s continue the story next time.”
I couldn’t help but look at Paolo with gratitude. Suddenly, he made a subtle face and then averted his gaze.
I wondered if I had done something wrong, but I couldn’t think of anything. I bowed to the scholar and left the library.
I don’t hate the musty smell so much, but I feel somewhat relieved.
It seems that learning about the past is more tiring than I thought.
Still, I think it was worth using my useless brain to its full potential. I was able to come up with my own answer as to why people with memories gathered here, who I didn’t understand very well, were doing this.
“Thank you, Paolo. I’m tired, but I learned a lot.”
“I see. That’s good then.”
A simple response. I suddenly asked him.
“Why did you want me to know that?”
If my thoughts were correct, it should be better to keep it locked up. Even if it was to be used, it could cause trouble, and there were people among our group who didn’t like me as a noble.
Despite that, he took me to that place.
In other words, there must have been a reason why he wanted me to know that story.
Then, Paolo stopped and turned around. His face looked somewhat pained, and I wondered if it would have been better not to ask, but it was too late now.
“…Do you want to know?”
When he asked me back, I hesitated for a moment but nodded.
“However, if there are reincarnated people among those who do not have memories, it wouldn’t apply, right? How do you know that those without memory are people of this world?”
That’s when Paolo spoke up for the first time.
He seemed to already know about other things and had been silent until now, but indeed, now that it was mentioned, it was true.
“I don’t know about that, but the person who wrote this said so. The author must have known something as evidence. I want to investigate that too. If this is true, we can let the world know what our existence is.”
“Is that [the outcome]?”
“Yeah. Well, not just that. Anyway, what we obtained from the materials here is proof that people with memories existed in the past. But at least one of my long-standing questions has been answered with this. I think it’s a wonderful thing.”
“…Question?”
When I asked what it was, the scholar said,
“Yes, I think you also know that there are people in this world who are beyond human. They take most of the good jobs, and even if we try to imitate them, we can’t. It’s always been a mystery to me. But now I finally understand. They are descendants of the race mentioned in this story.”
The scholar took out a book.
It was written in such an old language that I couldn’t understand anything. However, he seemed to be able to read it and pointed out, “Here it is!” I’m sorry, but I had no idea what was going on.
So, I just smiled vaguely and let it go.
It is written that they couldn’t completely abandon their country or hometown and started living among people. I think someone in the future researched and wrote this, but at that time, they were still considered a source of fear.
“I-Is that so?”
“Yes, it is!”
I couldn’t understand his happy and enraptured expression as he gazed at the document, so I thought about something else.
That’s because the face of a certain person came to mind.
“…Then, maybe.”
“That servant who’s always with you.”
Paolo said at the same time as my murmur. It seemed we were both thinking the same thing. We looked at each other and I gestured for him to continue.
“Ah, um…so, that servant who’s always with you is incredibly sturdy and has good eyesight. I thought maybe…”
“I thought the same thing. Actually, until I came here, I only thought of her as an amazing person…”
When she tried to help me regardless of her own safety, she was simply amazing. That’s all I can say. It felt like being in front of a cage with a starving beast. I felt bad for Dennis, but at that time, I was scared.
Well, considering she was calmly dealing with something that would normally result in more than just bruises, it might be natural after all.
“What are you whispering about? Who is the servant?” The scholar noticed and joined in. I reluctantly explained about Dennis. Then he nodded and said, “I see.”
And once again, he went to get something. He immediately brought something back and showed it to me again.
This time it was a simple slate-like drawing, but it was unclear what was being expressed.
The only thing I could understand was that there was a picture of a bipedal animal-like creature that I often see in fantasy stories. There were also pictures of animals’ heads.
In other words, people who looked like this lived in this world a long time ago. It was truly a fantasy.
And Dennis is apparently a descendant of them, although it is unclear which one.
“Look here, isn’t there someone depicted here breaking rocks? Do you know what this represents?”
“Haah… no.”
Even though he spoke with shining eyes, it only looked like a shoddy painting to me.
“It means that there were people who could do this kind of thing. It’s scary, but those who had memories in this world before us took over the earthly hegemony from these monsters with their knowledge and skills. Don’t you think it’s amazing? It proves our greatness.”
In other words, it was an indirect boast.
I just gave vague responses while watching the passionate scholar speak until his sermon ended with lukewarm feelings. However, it didn’t seem to end anytime soon. It seems that he has accumulated quite a bit of dissatisfaction.
Perhaps feeling sorry for me, Paolo said with a sigh, “Professor, please stop there for today. Lorraine is still not used to many things.”
“Hmm, oh, I see. Are you tired… Well, you are a lady after all. Let’s continue the story next time.”
I couldn’t help but look at Paolo with gratitude. Suddenly, he made a subtle face and then averted his gaze.
I wondered if I had done something wrong, but I couldn’t think of anything. I bowed to the scholar and left the library.
I don’t hate the musty smell so much, but I feel somewhat relieved.
It seems that learning about the past is more tiring than I thought.
Still, I think it was worth using my useless brain to its full potential. I was able to come up with my own answer as to why people with memories gathered here, who I didn’t understand very well, were doing this.
“Thank you, Paolo. I’m tired, but I learned a lot.”
“I see. That’s good then.”
A simple response. I suddenly asked him.
“Why did you want me to know that?”
If my thoughts were correct, it should be better to keep it locked up. Even if it was to be used, it could cause trouble, and there were people among our group who didn’t like me as a noble.
Despite that, he took me to that place.
In other words, there must have been a reason why he wanted me to know that story.
Then, Paolo stopped and turned around. His face looked somewhat pained, and I wondered if it would have been better not to ask, but it was too late now.
“…Do you want to know?”
When he asked me back, I hesitated for a moment but nodded.
