Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 305



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The Regressor’s Notepad 305

New Year (3)

“… … My father was sick.”

Derian’s confession continued slowly. He spoke of his past and calculated it at the same time.

“Because he had an incurable disease, he abdicated to me at a very young age. I became the head of the family at the age of nineteen.”

It was the story of the Glowfeld family.

I placed a cup of water in front of him. The gathered souls will judge your sincerity──was the nonsense.

“My father’s body became stiff. His whole body became stiff like stone. It was a curse or a disease like petrification. He couldn’t move his fingers… except for his index finger.”

The head of the Round Table family, Glowfeld. A man who had achieved such wealth and honor that he could have everything, but was unable to possess his own body.

“Then the family contacted me. They said they could create a new body and free my father from his bonds. They said the miracle was possible.”

The timeline in which Glowfeld encountered Libra seemed to be one of incarnation, not immortality.

Not pork belly, no.

“I looked at my father as I listened to their words. I looked at his index finger.”

Suddenly, a faint smile spread across Darian’s lips.

“I have never seen fingers move so purely and with such longing. They were so childlike.”

There was a happy memory on his face as he thought of his father.

“I saw hope in my father’s eyes. That’s why I gave my permission and promised to cooperate as much as possible… … .”

But his smile soon faded, and his wrinkles grew deep.

“I found out later how they were conducting their experiments. You might think it was an excuse, but that’s what it was at the time.”

Derrian clenched his fists on his knees. He continued in a mournful tone.

“At first, it was just an experiment to make dolls. However, there were many problems with the dolls that had their souls transplanted into them. Either the body would break or the soul would disintegrate. Time passed without a trace, and they said they had found another way… … .”

A sigh escaped him.

I listened with a dry expression.

“That was a human experiment. They took the soul out of a human body and transplanted the soul of the father into that body… … .”

Darian couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking.

I looked into his eyes.

“I felt betrayed. It was something a human being, a human being, should not do.”

Does he really regret what happened that day?

“I wanted to give up. But I kept thinking of my father.”

At least, the feelings now seem real.

“It’s been 50 years. Fifty years. My father spent all those years… … trapped in a body that could only move its fingertips. With only a handful of hopes in its arms.”

Darian burst into tears. He suddenly became a crybaby.

In front of his father, does even a grown son become just a child?

“The experiment wouldn’t stop just because I gave up. That’s all they wanted… … Yes, there were many ‘dream old men’. I wanted to wait for their experiments. That was my mortal sin.”

Darian looked at the glass of water on the table. He muttered as if he was talking to a spirit.

“What I set out to achieve, I was ultimately unable to achieve.”

The reason why it couldn’t be achieved.

The reason is important.

But you shouldn’t ask back.

I have to appear as the soul’s agent, because if I were to introduce my opinion, my subjectivity, the immersion would be broken and doubts would arise.

“No matter how much you bleach your body, the world will notice your deception.”

trickery.

“The world distinguishes between body and soul. There is only one body given to the soul. If that law is broken, the world tries to exclude it. That is the ‘irreversible force’ called causality, or natural force.”

An artificially created doll cannot bear the weight of the soul, and a body that is not artificially created cannot deceive the eyes of the world.

“But one day. Libra figured out a way to fool the eyes. My father agreed, but soon gave up.”

“give up.”

I hummed without realizing it.

Derrian continued with a bitter smile.

“Yes. I don’t know why. But you ran your fingers over my old arm. You touched your grandson’s face. And then you made a face that was almost like a smile, as if you thought that was enough… … .”

Darian nodded.

“Glofeld withdrew completely from their experiments after that day.”

His clear eyes looked at me.

“Sorcerer. As you said, I have valued my family more than anyone else’s family. This is my unforgivable sin and confession. However, I am the one who committed the sin. So, can you not kill me, who is not my son?”

At least Darian was honest. There was no lie in what he said.

He neither glorified his family nor asserted its legitimacy. He simply described the whole story.

“… …Take this water and try it.”

I handed over a cup of water that I had left on the table.

“I don’t know if all the anger in your soul has gone away. This one cup won’t make it better. But if your son’s symptoms improve, it will mean that you are giving him a chance.”

“……opportunity?”

“That’s right. You are the one who committed the sin, so in the end, you are the one who has to correct it.”

Those wretched faces who sacrificed others for their own glory and life. The day when all their sins will be punished is not far away.

“Someday, there will definitely be an opportunity to correct this. Until then, remember your present state of mind.”

Derian of Glowfeld.

This old man was definitely someone who could help me.

* * *

I watched Darian outside the tent as he hurried into the limousine, holding the glass of water I had handed him in his arms.

The antidote will cure Derian’s son, Beckron’s symptoms. Of course, it’s temporary. If Derian and Glofeld betray my expectations, I won’t give them a second chance.

“Zion. What kind of person was he?”

Solliet suddenly approached and asked.

I answered, raising my eyebrows.

“Good father, good son, but bad person.”

Humans are always two-faced.

I am a murderer right now. No matter what excuse or purpose you give, that fact will not change.

There are certainly people who deserve to die, but the moment you kill someone who deserves to die, you yourself become someone who deserves to die.

I know that proposition all too well.

“Umm… … Have you found out anything?”

“Oh. I found out quite a bit.”

I relayed to Soliet the stories I had heard from Darian. Soliet nodded with a complicated expression on her face.

“The doll couldn’t handle the soul, so they tried using a living human body to contain the soul, but even that didn’t work well.”

Because the doll cannot bear the weight of the soul.

Because the flesh cannot deceive the eyes of the world.

“So… … does that mean that the experiment itself was a complete failure?”

“No. They said they found a way.”

“How?”

“Uh. This is what I think.”

I thought of Derian. I thought of his son, Beckron.

“Grandson. So, wasn’t that a way to use Beckron?”

“Yes? Your grandson?”

“Yeah. There’s a saying, ‘Children take after their parents’ souls.’”

My imagination goes like this.

Derian’s father was offered by Libra to use his grandson. He was told that if he transplanted his soul into his grandson’s body, he would be able to fool the world and become free and roam the continent.

My father might have agreed at first.

“Then, could it be that Mr. Becklong… … .”

“No. Darian’s father just died.”

However, at some point he may have seen his son loving his grandson.

A child born to a son who is now in his fifties. A son who smiles happily, and a grandson who inherited his blood.

At that time, my father might have given up his foolishness.

No, it might have been ‘resolved’.

I might have found the meaning of life.

“The purpose of life is different for each person, but at least ‘continuation’ cannot be the purpose. Because there is no life that lasts forever. And there shouldn’t be one.”

The purpose of life that he realized was probably family, not clan.

The proud son and grandson he raised.

“… …Is that so?”

Soliet nodded, licking her lips.

“It’s complicated.”

I was lost in thought for a moment.

If my imagination is correct,

If so,

Could it be that this guy named Shelock… … .

“Solid.”

I looked back at Soliet.

“yes?”

“I have something I want to say.”

Soliet seemed to sense my seriousness and straightened her expression.

I have never told her the truth about my father. Before the regression, she found out on her own without me telling her, but now──

“Will you listen to my story?”

I was planning to confess to her first.

Now it seemed like it would be okay.

* * *

Jade leaped to the location indicated by Sion Askar. There was no mask, stockings pulled over, or any other low-level disguise. She was bare-faced and bare-chested, and she was only wearing an artifact that prevented her from being recorded on video.

Jade is a very hated accessory, but it can be quite helpful in times like this.

Thump──.

Jade landed. From the outskirts of Edsilla to the Blocker’s hideout. Just three jumps were enough.

“… … .”

The bastard’s hideout was a large farm. A luxurious mansion was hidden deep in the farm where crops were grown. It was a place decorated like a red-light district.

He spread his wings before going to find the blocker.

Although it is intended to educate the barbarian, violence itself is an act that goes against dignity.

That’s why I don’t plan on creating a witness.

“… … three hundred and eighty-four.”

Jade, who had identified everyone in the area, stepped forward.

In just one step, we parted ways along the farm road and arrived at the mansion.

Boom──! Boom──! Boom──!

There were hundreds of beasts in the place where loud singing and the smell of alcohol were resonating. They flinched at Jade’s sudden appearance.

“What, what is that kid!”

“What the f*ck!”

Jade pointed to the most conspicuous of the truly hideous beasts.

“You must be a blocker.”

A man sitting at the head table and smoking a cigar, a blocker.

“… … .”

Even at the unexpected visit, he showed no sign of being flustered.

“What is that nobleman?”

“Hey. Are you crazy?”

The subordinates tried to step forward first, but Blocker stopped them.

“I know your face. You are a noble person, so step aside.”

Blocker prides himself on being a ‘master’ and is full of skills and confidence to match.

“How did you know and come here? There must have been a barrier.”

In his view, Jade is also at least a master.

I didn’t feel any special aura, but I did manage to break through my own barrier.

“… … .”

Jade took a pair of gloves out of her pocket. She put them on her hands, stiff and stiff. She had no intention of touching the dirty skin of the beasts.

“You must answer why you came.”

The blocker pulled up the body and snapped his fingers. A number of giants appeared inside the mansion. They were monsters hired as insurance.

Jade answered without even giving him a glance.

“It is for the purpose of slaughter.”

And then, I took a step forward.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the VVIP ward where Glowfeld’s Beckron is admitted.

“… … It’s amazing. My condition has improved a lot.”

The family members, including Darian, looked quite bewildered at the doctor’s words.

“Excuse me?”

Beckron’s wife asked with a tearful face. The doctor nodded, flipping through the chart.

“Yes. We’ll have to keep checking to find out… …but we’ve definitely overcome the crisis.”

Darian put his hand on my forehead and laughed.

The cure was just a cup of water.

A cup of water containing the soul’s meaning, given by an astrologer.

Thanks to that, Beckron survived.

“Did the IV treatment work?”

“… … Oh my. What about sap?”

Derrian suddenly shook his head with a stern expression. He looked at Beckron, who was breathing heavily, and smiled faintly.

“Thanks to the astrologer.”

We can’t believe that it’s just because of the sap. We can’t trust the words of doctors who haven’t even discovered the cause of the disease.

Darian now has no choice but to trust the astrologer.

“Astrologist… … right?”

“Go back and see.”

Darian waved his hand. The doctor nodded and went out.

“… … .”

A quiet hospital room.

Derrian looked at Beckron in silence. The stupid-looking son opened his eyes.

He looked at Darian and nodded. Darian nodded back.

There was no need for further words or gestures.

Darian wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes.

“Daughter-in-law.”

“… … Yes, father.”

The daughter-in-law answered, sobbing. Darian patted her head.

“Thank you for your hard work. You saved this poor guy. It was thanks to your arrangement.”

This poor Bekron bastard who messed with the astrologer.

The persuasion was all thanks to his daughter-in-law, so this guy owed his life to her.

“No… … . It was something that had to be done.”

The daughter-in-law wiped her tears with her sleeve.

“Thank goodness, thank goodness, my lord… … . Sob.”

Derrian’s old knight suddenly burst into a waterfall. Water streams flowed endlessly from his two eyes.

“… … Come here. Everyone.”

Derrian opened his arms and hugged them.

The three of them cried and laughed together, and Becklong, who had been watching them, also quietly joined in.

It was an unusual sea of ​​tears for the prestigious families of the Round Table.