Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 302



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The Regressor’s Notepad 302

Memory (5)

Teia doesn’t let personal feelings get in the way of her evaluations.

This means that he does not give bad scores to Sion Ascal, who is like Libra’s dog, and does not give good scores to his disciple, Gerken.

She gave up evaluating both of them.

Instead, he focused on other events.

Jedrick’s AI. Tracking down the great evil that that damn family is wreaking.

[Owl: Investigating]

Even the informants who have infiltrated Libra are having difficulty accessing the artificial intelligence side.

I guess that means it’s thorough.

However, fortunately, we have secured Jedrick’s AI. An acquaintance of mine bought the AI ​​for us. If we dissect and analyze it, we will be able to find decisive evidence.

“… … Hmm.”

Teia let out a quiet yawn. She opened up the group messenger on her computer. There were many messages in the chat room of her students—graduate students.

Teia doesn’t interfere with their conversations, but she does have a hobby of peeking. In fact, this is a chat room that Teia isn’t invited to.

It means hacking.

[Arkham: Wow. So it’s right next to Gerken? That’s annoying.]

[Allen: Gerken, are you coming to our lab?]

[Arkham: I think I’ll become the professor’s direct apprentice]

[Allen: I’m jealous;;]

These guys have sharp eyes and sharp ears. They are sensitive to trends and topics. Most of them are upper class or close to the upper class, so the quality of information they have access to is also good.

Rather than looking at the morning news and such, reading this chat window is much more helpful in understanding the current affairs.

“… … .”

But, the more I look at it, I start to feel sad for no reason.

Teia opened another group chat room. It was a chat room that Teia herself was officially included in.

There’s been a power outage here for three days.

Teia sent a text message for no reason.

[Has everyone prepared for this paper?]

No reply. No reading.

She went back into the group chat where she wasn’t there.

[Allen: Professor, did you see the text? How are your papers going?]

[Arton: I don’t know, f*ck. The samples keep getting contaminated.]

[Charles: ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Can someone help me?]

It’s active here, but no one replies to their own chat room.

“… … Please don’t reply.”

Teia felt a little hurt when comparing the two chat rooms.

[Bepto: Guys. Do you know anything about Castology?]

At that time, a strange name came out.

[Allen: Oh, I know. You’re the shaman who gets everything right?]

[Arton: No, not a shaman. A fortune teller. Tarot cards? They tell fortunes with those. This time, it was that fortune teller who picked on Benjamin Yesterday.]

Fortune-telling. Castology. Teia is an unknown topic.

[Charle: I know that too. Isn’t it the fortune teller who saved Yerain?]

She read with excitement.

[Arton: That’s right. That guy, you almost got killed by your boyfriend.]

[Charles: Yes; but I heard that he survived because he was told by Castology to bring an escort unconditionally.]

[Arton: Geography. How much is one dot? It must be expensive, right?]

[Charles: I heard that Miss Yerain paid almost 1 million yen in compensation.]

[Arton: Hermi]

The refund is 1 million renminbi.

If true, it’s a small price to pay for life.

[Charle: But even if you have money, people like us can’t see it. We’re only connected through connections, so unless you’re someone like Yerain or Sierin, you can’t even think about it.]

[Arton: Our professor too?]

[Charles: What will you be, Professor?]

Teia herself isn’t particularly interested in fortune telling or shamanism, but it seems worth considering.

Because it may not be a simple point, but a “spectrum”.

“… … Tsk.”

──I feel so anxious these days that I even think like this.

Teia is slowly approaching Libra. It is an effort to reveal to the world what kind of corruption and filth is lurking deep within their innermost depths…

It’s hard to guarantee the odds of winning.

Teia wrote down the brand name Castology in her notebook.

* * *

[Passing the journalist qualification exam]

I got a notice of acceptance. There were probably only three people in the first year of the national university: Gerken, Soliet, and me.

By the way, Kane and Escher didn’t even apply for the test.

“… … Zion. Is Zion also qualified?”

Just then Soliet asked.

This is the Endex building. The house the guy is renting from me.

“uh.”

I showed my smartphone screen.

“Haha. Congratulations.”

Soliet opened her palm. I high-fived her.

Ouch─!

“thank you.”

Now, there is no reason for me to go to college.

Of course, there are many people who go to college after obtaining a journalist’s license. They intend to learn not only simple journalist-related majors and classes, but also various types of knowledge.

In fact, Sieric and Sierin, who received their licenses a long time ago, are taking several business-related classes, and Gerken, who dreams of becoming a member of the National Assembly, will continue to attend university.

I am not.

“… … Zion. So you’re not going to college anymore?”

“uh.”

“Hmm. I should do that too. I don’t want to waste time-”

“You can’t.”

“… … What did you say?”

Soliet suddenly narrowed her eyes.

“You can’t.”

“why.”

“You have a lot to learn.”

“Are Zion my parents?”

She glared at me. I smirked.

“Arcne will continue to watch over you. You have to learn business lessons and things like that. You have to learn a lot of things. If you quit right now, your family will come looking for you, right?”

“… … .”

“Staying in college is much easier for our research.”

There is no need to turn Arcne into an enemy now that Libra has clearly caught her eye.

“We are the balancer killers.”

Candy and Jelly killed one of the balancers.

It’s surprisingly quiet for something like that, but if you keep stirring it up, you’ll get a bigger reaction.

“……All right.”

Solliet nodded blankly. I looked at her quietly and then got up.

“Then, come out now.”

“……why.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“What is it?”

Solliet narrowed her eyes like an axe. Her face was half suspicious, half expectant, and I only met her expectations.

“Sword-fighting. If you want to learn.”

“… … !”

Soliet jumped up from the ground like a frog.

“Are you serious?!”

“uh.”

Perhaps, my swordsmanship and Soliet’s swordsmanship before returning will be different.

However, if she ever learns the art of fencing, I think it will be much better for me.

“I’ll let you know.”

A fact I learned thanks to Jade.

Because when strength reaches its peak, one is never happy.

* * *

It was winter. It was a pretty cold end of the year. I woke up sick more often.

It is evidence that life is wearing out.

If you don’t have surgery like you used to, the pain will probably get steadily worse.

But I have no intention of undergoing the worst surgery, which involves implanting special devices into my body to help me endure as long as possible.

My body can last at least 8 more years.

Eight years is enough time to finish everything.

[Castrology]

Today, I went to work as a fortune teller. The customer was ‘Bekron’, the eldest son and successor of the current head of the Glofeld family.

“……hmm.”

I looked at him. He asked me about my business. It was the car business run by Glofeld.

“Right now, we are in second place in market share… …but this time, we plan to launch a new car.”

The Beckrons are, frankly, a prestigious family that is not much different from Libra in terms of history. They are members of the Round Table, where members are given lifetime seats.

“I would like to ask… if that will work out.”

Still, Beckron asked in a rather extreme tone.

I drew a card.

Wham─!

It was red.

“Not good.”

Beckron’s face hardened.

“… … Business, isn’t it good?”

“Is your business busy right now?”

I looked at Beckron. Beckron tilted his head with a blank expression.

“Yes, yes. I came to ask about business.”

“Huh. You don’t even know what’s important.”

I twisted the corner of my mouth.

For Glowfeld’s Beckron, there is a future that is very easy, clear, and ready to be used.

Becklong asked back.

“What… is important? Of course business is important.”

“Have you ever participated in an experiment involving the soul?”

“Soul, what, what?”

Beckron’s brow furrowed.

“Suddenly, I heard a strange sound… … Business, business. I came to ask if the business was going well or not-”

“I told you, that’s not important!”

Bang. There was a knock on the table.

Then, Beckron’s mask slightly fell off.

“… … If my question isn’t important, then what is?”

I looked at his shoulders. Beckron also glanced at my shoulders alternately.

“There is a soul attached to your body. Countless souls.”

Glowfeld is a collaborator of Libra. Perhaps, one of the families that participated in human experiments and sought eternal life.

“Countless resentments are weighing on you.”

“Oh, really me.”

Beckron crossed his arms as if he was frustrated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. So, anyway, resentment is ruining my business?”

“Wrong.”

“Then what are you talking about!”

He finally screamed, and I pointed my finger at Beckron.

“The ghosts are trying to kill you.”

“… … Me? Is this fortune teller crazy-”

“The resentment that builds up will become a disease within your body.”

One famous issue before the regression.

Beckron gets cancer.

Not danjeon cancer like me, but pancreatic cancer.

But if you’re lucky, it’ll be discovered during a later health checkup and you won’t die, so they’re just letting you know a little early.

“disease?”

Beckron paused for a moment.

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m an idiot for coming here to get such unscientific information.”

He tries to leave the tent, spitting out harsh words, but then returns, picks up all the belongings he had placed on the table, and goes out again.

I spoke to his back.

“A man who does not know the importance of illness. Do not think that one illness is the end.”

Of course pancreatic cancer is a one-time thing, but it’s just a scare.

If you do this, when you come back later, they will take out all your liver and gallbladder.

“… … You should be thankful that I didn’t send people to destroy this place.”

Beckron, who had been glancing at me, left the building with a menacing tone.

* * *

Thud── Thud──

It’s raining outside the window. The raindrops that seemed to be just touching my fingers suddenly get heavier, and the winter garden becomes cold and wet.

Chorrrr──

The glass is filled with whiskey. Jahanna’s white, delicate fingers pick it up.

“… … .”

She sat on the chair and looked out the window.

On the desk, on the laptop screen, there is still the past. The gift that had been tormenting Jahanna for months, which she had prepared as a gift… … No, the gift itself was actually nonsense.

It was simple curiosity.

I just want to get to know the guy.

It is the truth that he found out by pouring in a lot of useless money out of curiosity about not only the traces of his life, his hobbies and habits, but also his parents, who made him what he is today.

Gulp gulp──

Jahanna drank heavily. The hot liquid surged into her chest. Anguish spread through the drunkenness and pain.

She stretched out her body and asked herself very simply.

Could this ‘thing’ be called shocking?

Yes, could these ‘things’ be events that would have a big impact on me?

Up until now, this kind of ‘thing’ was common for her.

It was very common.

Jahanna, Jedrick, Jade, they’ve all done worse things.

The pharmaceutical business was something that their father, Sheiloch, was particularly obsessed with, and so all three siblings wanted to inherit it, but after much difficulty, Jedrick ended up taking over.

Yet the reason Jedrick sold this data to himself is because, in the end, this is ‘us’.

Because it’s Libra.

[Day 180 of medication: Disposal process in operation]

“… … ”

Jahanna glanced at her laptop screen again. She had been staring at the bleak words “disposal process” for days on end.

I don’t know how much I suffered, stuck in this corner of the house, with the same worries and the same troubles.

──If the bastard’s illness is because of Libra.

If it’s true that his father died and that he’s dying because of Libra.

If that’s true, then yes.

The meeting between him and me was wrong from the start. Their love was wrong from the start.

Because Libra wasn’t that guy’s benefactor.

Therefore, he should not have been loyal to Libra. He should not have come to Libra to follow his father’s will. And he should not have met me either.

He should have resented Libra, and he should have resented me too.

however…….

When Jahanna closes her eyes, she still sees the guy’s face. The guy’s earnestness in saying he loves her spreads across the desert landscape, and her own feelings of love for him are recalled.

“under…….”

Originally, you should have hated me.

Should have hated it.

I should have hated it.

“… … It’s hard to bear.”

Jahanna found it hard to bear.

If it were my old self, I would have laughed off anyone’s hatred, disgust, or loathing.

It’s not Zion Ascal.

Just imagining his gaze changing from love to loathing, his body and mind filling with betrayal, is enough to send a shiver of pain through her insides.

“I…….”

Jahanna looked out the window again. She felt the chill of the falling rain. Her skin felt as if it was freezing.

“I’m sorry.”

For the first time, she felt that way.

It’s a kind of despair that goes beyond simple regret, where even the sins of the family are accepted as one’s own.

Jahanna looked at the calendar. It was already winter, but my time and his time were different.

Because that guy’s four seasons aren’t long.

“… … .”

Jahanna bowed her head without saying a word.

I sobbed, holding back the tears that were about to burst out.