Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

Storage operation.

What Janet means by that word.

Rather than talking about rumors half funny, Janet, who has the knowledge of the [wise man], really means to say it with reason.

"I think you know someone else who manipulated your memory."

".... nh"

Janet nodded clearly.

I felt a little pale and worried, but I didn't lose sight of it.

Even though I feel like I'm being manipulated, it answers us like this.

... you're a strong guy, after all.

Even though it looks the smallest of us and has no physical strength, its back that walks in front of me is always reliable.

Whether you're scared or blue-faced, Janet's presence is huge.

"Can someone tell me who manipulated the memory? Oh, no, it doesn't make sense if I don't know."

No.

I know Russell best.

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Seriously, man.

"... hey, Janet. Whatever it is, if I'm banished from that party, if Amy doesn't know how to manipulate her memory, and Katie and Aria have never seen her face... there's only one guy I can think of."

"Ugh, that's a lie....!

Amy realizes that, too.

Yes, there's only one guy who fits these conditions...!

"Vince's memory was manipulated. Let's see if I'm being manipulated. [M] Tell me about Vince."

…… Oh, shit, that's what Vince is all about, right? A man with strange red hair. Tall, child-familiar of our age. He became a [brave man] because he liked to scatter the tension from the orphanage. You're right. "

"Fufu, it's right, it's right. Say it, Russell."

"I'm not a saint, not a son, not to mention here."

"Even though you're a saint?

"Vince is a [beloved Virgin], but he can help and beat him, or kick him."

"Bufu"

"Ah, wait, ufufufu...!

Civila blows up, and Emily laughs when she gets caught.

As it stood, Amy entered and started laughing without saying a word. I'm sorry, it looks painful, so I'll get over it later.

"Russell, it's pretty good now. I feel a little better now, thank you."

"I didn't mean to... well, I wish I'd felt better."

At a time like this... no, it's because of this.

Where there are no enemies, there is no need to be more nervous than necessary.

"But, yeah. As long as they're authentic, I won't be able to manipulate the memory. You may approach ten percent as much as you want. It's a good trend."

Like Janet said, it's about time I got into it.

"You still don't think me and Amy are real?

"Of course."

Janet rather quickly affirmed my dissatisfaction.

And then I went on and folded the reason.

"If they were 'hallucinations created to reassure you, to fall into despair the moment you see hope,' and despair with a recoil that I totally trust, I can't help you."

For the first time next door, Civila took a breath as if she had pulled a little, and at the same time admitted Janet.

I was surprised, too. Honestly, I hadn't thought that far.

You don't trust us because you want to help us.

Again, I'm glad Janet is on our side.

... and don't look at me with your neck tilted.

You didn't understand. I'll tell you later.

"Russell's memory matches mine. [M] I'll ask Amy a question."

Yes? Ah, it's Daijubu.

"Did Amy tell Katie about Russell?

To the sudden question, Amy shook her head to the side.

"I guess. I also see that Amy is not talking about Russell. It matches. Matches"

"... as far as I'm concerned, Vince told you about me?

When I get here, I can expect that.

But... the words that Janet released were surprising.

"No, I don't think Vince is talking...."

... what? Then who is it?

Are you the guild's rumored receptionist? Is that the girl from the shop?

First of all, why can't you tell me Vince isn't talking?

That's what I was going to say, and the answer that Janet returned from her blue-faced face... was unimaginable.

"... because Vince didn't remember Russell."