Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

"I see... that's what this mountain of books is about..."

The guardian and Bergrette breathed convincingly as they looked at the desks they had brought in to bury them.

"Yes, I've learned too much to catch up with no matter how much I read."

Yes. I was a godson who knew from the previous exchange that this person was Lenore's mother, but when I think about it Lenin is amnesiac.

Naturally, the knowledge of the country of Badalnois, which he was born and raised, has also completely disappeared.

That's why I was unraveling a lot of books and learning about their details and history.

"Until the other day, I used the library... about two days ago. The Oomzolf priest told me not to leave the room very much. So I decided to borrow books from scholars."

Two days ago? Don't leave the room....? Why is that... ah?)

For a moment, I wondered why Omzolf said such a thing, but I immediately realized it.

(That morning, when I went in to apologize for refusing the transfer... because Belko told me about the possibility of informants.)

"Judah" and Lenore lurk inside the royal palace and are the same orchester. In other words, if the enemy takes Lenin away, that's all Lenore can do.

Lenin is a state of memory loss and lack of all knowledge in Lenin. It shouldn't be so hard to get him out of the royal palace with the most plausible reasoning, even without a forceful imitation.

"Well, I was told not to leave the room much, okay? I even borrowed a book...."

For example, if they were informants, not ourselves, just encountered in your hallway. It's an unexpectedly shivering shield.

"They say I don't mind staying out for a long time. I don't know."

Yeah, I don't know.

Okay? That's it.

Based on the anxiety of such defense, it seems that Lenin has not heard of the situation and makes a satisfactory smile.

"But... I'm glad I heard about Lenore."

"No...."

Bergrette answers modestly.

"Looks like he was having fun, above all...."

I nodded to my satisfaction for a moment.

"I've forgotten... even the child I was supposed to have born with a stomach ache..."

The heavy word.

"The day I forgot everything... 'I met her for the first time', who was it? What a question. But she's also very generous....."

"Mother. You are... my mother. I'm... Lenore. It's your daughter."

"Really... a strong, straight kid. In order to repay her a little... I thought about getting her back as a mother. But...."

Leave blank time that tends to be hesitant for a while,

"I... was never a good mother to Lenore."

It's like a sin monologue.

Unable to see the sad mother's face, the godfather opens his mouth without thinking.

"No, but... I heard that Lenore was more important to her... than to her. I wanted to see Lenin's happy face, so I became a court chanter (Mage)... and kept working hard. Lenin was everything to Lenore."

"Yes. I mean, I was... so I 'forced' her to be a leading chanter, the Mage. Friends, plays, memories that would have been gained as a multitude of children... in exchange for those things."

The guardian was stuck in words by accident.

"I wanted to go to school."

Lenore's motive for coming to Middle Academy. Simple and extreme, it is a wish that has never been fulfilled before.

"That's not all."

My mother's repentance persists.

"I... a man named Lenin... threw her away like that."

Huh?

"... what kind of person I was before. I've talked to a lot of people to get to know it. That was either because I was asking myself directly, or you all seemed reluctant... but I noticed a few things."

Lenin started talking with a heavy mouth.

First of all, everyone in front of her had the same nervous look. Especially the young chanter, Mage, even looked like a frightened wind.

Excessively fearful attitudes and love laughs that most people show.

From these reactions, I can generally predict.

"A sample of the court chanter (Mage). A great man with a great track record. It seems that Lenin was generally praised as such, but it seems to me that he was an extremely difficult person."

"Well, but... I'm from the family of the leading chanter, Mage, and that's about it."

I wondered why I was defending it, but the defense fell down.

Then Lenin, who had been silent for a while, stood up and headed towards the mirror stand in the corner of the room. Take a book out of the drawer and come right back.

"Take this...."

Tend to be reluctant - but offered as a decision, it's a thin book with nothing written on the cover. A lot of years have passed since the condition of the faded paper.

"What is it? This...."

"It's my diary. I don't mind, can you take a look?"

"Eh, diary!? No, no... I don't think so."

"Yes, because it was written by The Former Me."

"Now, if you'll excuse me...."

When I opened the scary page, Bergrette, who had been listening to me silently for so long, turned down Lenin and peeked.

Today, Lenore cleared up and became a court chanter (mage). It is a very delightful honor to be recognized as the youngest in the history of Badalnois, but chronicity is unacceptable. In the future, we will continue to apply stricter guidance. But I can honestly praise you today. Congratulations, Lenore. That's my beloved daughter. "

It seems that Lenore has done the work requested by the Order quickly. The priest was greatly delighted. I have a tall nose too. I want to get excited and make him his favorite dinner today. "

The arrangement made by Lenore was cut off, and one of the criminals was captured. In fact, the person caught and the sketch were two melons, and everyone in the royal palace was greatly surprised. Silly as she is, she is very talented. Honestly, I don't have the talent to paint like this. "

As far as I can see, the events since Lenore became a court chanter (Mage) are described in fragments.

(Looking at it like this... Lenore, you're doing your job at an incredible pace. Besides, it seems to have a good reputation. It feels like a big bitch... but when I became a court chanter (mage), I was like a junior high school student. Wow....)

Contrary to the literary girl's appearance, she does anything without hesitation. It was the same at the academy.

Such versatility was acquired by pursuing the goal of a court chanter (mage) from an early age... and by continuing to work even after his actual appointment.

It occurred to me that I was working quickly with Shubaba without that faceless expression, and it was a bit communal, but I would be eyebrowing in the next sentence.

Lenore seems to be completely accustomed to the work of the royal palace. But as always, he talks and laughs. Who did you become so bright like?

(Nh....?

Bergrette seemed to feel uncomfortable as well and looked at each other unexpectedly.

I'm sure everything you want to say must be the same.

"... let's flip the page..."

"... ahh"

Lenore's reputation seems to be rising steadily every day, and I'm really happy. Such a beloved daughter will report this to me unchanged. You really are a chatty kid. My pussy, naughty kid, bright. But I'm happy. This kid is walking straight down the path I wanted... flat. Thank you, Curienney, for this blessing. "

There's no doubt about it.

(Lenore... talks a lot...? My pussy, you naughty kid...?

At least you know the opposite of her.

Am I old too? Recently, the control of fine surgery has become unsuccessful. But it has to continue to be a model for Lenore. I can't make a weak sound. "

I feel terribly ill here. But this must also be a challenge for Curienney. If you don't work hard. "

Today, Lenore was awarded two names: Frozen Snow Storm Ventisca . It seems to be the youngest honor in the country. I can't lose either. "

Contrary to my malaise, Lenore seems to be gaining a lot of reputation. I have been a little distracted and frustrated since this morning. At lunch, when Lenore reported happily on the results of his work, he reflexively said "noisy". When I saw her face, I returned to myself. I wonder what Lenore said when he said that he was working hard to become a leading chanter (Mage) as I had hoped. Sorry, I hugged Lenore. I will write it down as a warning not to make such mistakes again. "

The surgery couldn't be controlled again, causing trouble to the client. I thought it was a temporary malaise... but I wonder if it's time to get out of here. But people are still expecting me. Backward training has not been completed. Above all, you must continue to be a role model for your daughter. As the country's greatest court chanter (mage), I must continue to lead. "

I yelled at Lenore again. Nothing wrong with her. I'm out of my mind. But I can't stop it. "

"Why does Lenore talk so much? They may be trying to cheer me up, but I want you to be quiet."

"Are you okay?" "Better get some rest"? What are you going to do from above? Shut up. "

(... this...)

The clouds are getting suspicious. Naturally, something bitter is coming into your mouth...

Recently Lenore stopped showing a smile. The number of mouths has also decreased. It's nice to be quiet, but I feel angry about the look on my face. "

"Lenore, are you going beyond me? Who gave you your current position? If I keep quiet, I'll know what you're thinking. You pretend to be worried and look down on me. Stay calm."

Afterwards, there was a list of violent rumors without the body of the sentence, traces of writing down something that wasn't even a letter, and the torn page "Page"....

The updating of the diary stopped in the book.

(......, here, ahh......)

What the hell did they show you? Suddenly the thought of defense stops.

The same is true of the next Bergrette. From the sigh of breath, you can feel the mood without looking at your face.

In a heavy silence, the owner of the diary... should it be someone who used to be? She quietly opened her mouth.

"Lenin Schlier Groswitz... was the worst person I ever had as a mother, no matter how much credit I had for Badalnois..."

Unlike before, there are no words that stick out the mouth of the goddess.

"Seeking clues to my past memory, I discovered this diary.... As I left it to my expectations, I was stunned.... I wish I hadn't seen it..."

……

"As early as January, will" One Time "be the same story as before...? When I heard that Lenore had returned from Raindell for her winter vacation, I went underneath her without standing or standing and apologized on my face.... I'm sure I don't remember anything, and it doesn't resonate with her mind that I apologized. Even if I knew that, I couldn't get in without remorse...."

"... is that so? So, Lenore... what did he say?

In response to the diligently squeezed flow protection question,

"... as long as the person who lost his memory once says it; I'm sorry... but I still think I'll 'never forget'. The words of Lenore back then."

"... I remember my mother's anguish.... it's a series of painful days that make it harder to watch.... if you can definitely forget it, you better forget it."

"... but if Mother still wants her memory back... I'll do my best.... if you want it as it is, I'll be happy to accept it."

"... either way, it doesn't matter."

"... whatever memory you have... my mother is my mother.... Mother is my only family...!

"Ah, Lenore...."

Lugrette's vomiting voice trembles.

"I was going to accept any kind of slander. And yet, instead of grudging..."

Lenin bears a heavy burden as a master of court chanting magicians (Mages). I have to raise my daughter to be a fine, first-class man. And I must remain a solid norm.

However, you begin to realize the decline of your power and become impatient.

The negative emotions that gradually became uncontrollable began to hit her overflowing - but she never hated her mother. On the contrary, I had always wondered about my mother.

(... but it couldn't have been stress-free. As far as this diary goes, Lenore used to have a bright personality....)

When you shut your mouth, you start to squeal.

I have also heard that my colleagues have been jealous of me since I became a court chanter (mage). These factors may have overlapped and changed to the current personality.

A strange girl with a unique side of quiet but occasionally interesting remarks. Was this your original personality peeking into your face?

(... finally, I understand...)

A mysterious cool girl, Lenore, who does everything without hesitation.

As soon as it becomes clear, nothing will happen.

She's just a girl who worked hard to meet her beloved mother's expectations. It's not special or unusual. She was a very normal girl everywhere.

"... Mr. Lenin"

Bergrette, who hasn't spoken much so far, asks in a very serious way.

"What is Lenin thinking now? Should I recover my lost memory, or...."

After a slight patrol.

"Of course... if you're thinking about Badarnois, I should get Lenin's memory back. Many of the knowledge and experience gained as a court chanter (mage) would be a great asset to lose as a nation.... but..."

She dropped her gaze on her palms.

"If you remember everything, 'I'... will hit Lenore again. Even the ugly negative feelings you might have had towards her will come back to life again. When I think about it...."

"Lenin Now" spits out with a fading voice.

"Running away... maybe. If I were to apologize to her for what she did in the past, it would be pointless if it weren't for me. As a mother, you should not hesitate to say that you will not make mistakes this time. But... how does" I ", which is back in my memory, work? What will happen to my thoughts now...? I don't know, even myself. I'm just scared."

What a pain.

This is memory loss.

……

No matter how force majeure may be, the godfather who once lied about this symptom will feel guilty.

"Everyone... wants my memory back as normal. The doctor and Lenore were trying to find out if there were any clues to the treatment."

…………

It was that winter day... that came back to life behind that story with Lenore, whom I met in the academy library.

"...... what cut back your memory?

Has there been any physical or mental change before or after the memory returned?

"Do you remember both before and after you lost your memory?

"How long have you not remembered? Did you see a doctor?

It's all for my mother.

That quiet girl is desperate to disturb me.

"... that was just before Lenore disappeared. That's how she told me to confront me."

Lenin smiled slightly and put her hand on her chest.

"... 'I don't have to push myself and get my memory back'. Really, be nice to everybody.... I don't remember giving birth to her with a stomach ache. I don't remember spending any time with you. Still... in order to settle any mistakes of my past, this time as a" good mother "... if I can treat her with a renewed feeling..."

"----------Lenin-sama..."

"... ufufu, don't tell me. Of course, you don't have to go back to the Lenin you used to be... because when you think of Badarnois, it's not forgiven... But if Lenore says it's okay, I...."

That's her "now"... mother's answer.

"... that's why I can't believe it. I can't believe that Lenore is being chased by a nation... I know a hundred times now that I don't have the knowledge or qualifications to talk about her. But still... I know I'm not a bad boy. I'm sure there's been a mistake. I don't think the priest of Omzolf is planning to execute her either....."

"My best friend" says to my mother, who looks painful. With a strong, light glance.

"... Mr. Lenin. I have come to this Badalnois to bring Lenore back... to prove her innocence. And..."

Put your hands on your chest and proclaim it high.

"I still feel the same way now. Please wait a moment. I... will prove her innocence."

Regardless of whether it was admissible or not, the words were unexpected.

"... thank you. I can't believe I have someone on my side with my daughter... really... really, really happy."

The expression that only slightly moisturized my eyes... must have been from a good mother.