Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

My mother, who came early in the morning to the inn where Rachel and I were staying, went with the shopkeeper to the back of the ground floor and seemed to have discussed something.

It didn't take long either, and Mother left the inn in no time. With two escorts.

Me and Rachel, we're gonna sneak out after that.

"... you see what we were discussing?

I tried to confuse my voice with the clutter and asked Rachel next door.

Rachel had her mother and Innkeeper's husband bugged with spirituality.

"Yeah, for once..."

Even as I nod, there is confusion in Rachel's expression.

"But it was a public tale that never happened... Madeline used to go to see how the city was doing, so I just think it's part of it."

"Is it a coincidence...?

No matter how you say we're being led by Destiny, there's too little context.

Turns out that innkeeper's daughter was a philosophical zombie, murdered by a mysterious living crap, yesterday today, right?

"... Whatever you think is quicker than missing information. Anyway, there's no way I'm gonna miss this chance."

"There are two escorts. Normally, I don't think you'd let us talk to the Lady Lordship without an identity."

"Besides, either or both of those could be philosophical zombies - Sharon's surveillance terminals"

When they find out who we are, Time Paradox will wake up and time will return.

If you want to go back to normal anyway, you don't have to try it, but your liver isn't set in place enough to be entrusted with a phenomenon you can't control yourself - you only need to make contact with your mother, as secretly as possible.

The means for doing so were available.

"Raquel, please"

"Yeah."

We swung forward from the alley to the gap my mother was talking to the fishmonger.

Just around the end of the morning market, the streets are dwindling. Not so little, though, but our presence is well misconstrued.

Between the line that connects us straight to Mother, if there's nobody there, that's fine.

I can only speak to my mother with the directional speech of the [hymn of purity] manipulating the sound.

"Still, how do you talk? Whatever you say, I'm going to be wary..."

"My mother is a wise man. You shouldn't be doing crazy little work - let's just go straight in."

I open my mouth when I see Rachel ready.

... Mother.

Unhanging, sad, complicated thoughts came, but now only sealed it in the bottom of his chest and tried to speak pale.

'There's something I'd like to ask you about the evil god Baal. Please, on top of the payroll, to Cafe Ailey on 3rd Avenue.'

Mother reacts tingly, frowning.

It arrived.

That's what I decided, I let myself out of the alley a little bit and bowed my head deeply.

Anyway, being suspicious is inevitable.

Then there's only one way to show good faith.

Look at me with my head down, what my mother would have thought.

For a moment only, the gaze that turned to this side turned to the other side as soon as it was easy.

And then he walks down the street like he didn't even notice us.

But.

My mouth was moving like this when I walked past us.

"This is where we'll specify the location. Come to a store called Nine Nine, on Fifth Street."

Maximum concessions.

I learned from my mother, who pretended not to notice, and neither did we nor nodded again, leaving the spot.

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The designated store called "Nine Nine" had a secret sign in the back of the entrance alley.

A peek inside reveals the art pot and the age column clock.

"Antiques store...?

Sounds like it.

I don't think it was popular, but it had a style as if it had been here for decades.

It is said that the Kingdom of Lowe is militarily and that the Kingdom of Laes is a country capable of culture, so that the Republic of Cenli can excel in technology.

There is a lot of food on fertile land, infrastructure is in place, starting with water supply, and it is a national pattern because there is less anxiety about life - will that still increase the demand for antiques as well?

When I opened the door, the chillin 'chillin' and the bell rang.

There are no people in the store.

It's supposed to be on the counter where the clerk should be.

- Kachi, Kochi, Kachi...

Most of the world's mechanical watches are just a few things in the hands of the Dwarves, and they are slippery valuables and luxury items.

So much so that some aristocrats have the status of putting clocks in their own homes.

That's one, two, three... just because it's displayed countless times, it means you know how unusual this store is.

- Kachi, Kochi, Kachi...

We head to the counter to avoid touching the items on the shelves.

Every time I advanced my legs, I had the feeling of being swallowed up by another world.

It's as if common sense, which guarantees sanity, is gradually digested.

- Kachi, Kochi, Kachi...

"" "" "" kachi "" ""

Unwittingly.

The sound of the clock overlapped.

Creeping, instinctively shivering the spine.

It has been seen (...).

There's no way, I thought so - an antique that hisses around. All of it, now we're being watched!

It was right after.

A shelf (...) placed behind the counter, but walked (...).

Lift the right corner, lift the left corner, move it like a leg!

…………

"……………"

In front of our breathtaking eyes, the shelves move.

The antique placed in the body (...) should have fallen to the floor - but the pot, the dish, the mirror, Cantera, is snapping onto the shelf herself.

Alive (...).

I had to admit, though, that fact against my instincts.

The antics in this store, they're all alive!

After the shelves moved, narrow passages were stretched.

... you mean to move on back.

Me and Rachel exchanged our eyes, we went around the back of the counter and stepped into the aisle.

After about five steps to the back, the shelf walks again and blocks the entrance to the aisle.

That cut off the light, but instead, a candlestick hung on the wall lit the fire alone.

As such, I have deepened one certainty...

Let the candlestick fire lead us through the aisle.

I came to a warehouse kind of place.

Whether it's antiques or crap, it's a space of cluttered piles of a wide variety of epochs.

One thing is weird.

Everything in those craps is moving itself.

"- Welcome, come on"

The crap, pull.

As the saint cracked the sea, the pile of crap pulled itself to the left and right, revealing the figure hidden in the back.

In a calm dress, loosely wavy brunette.

Twenty-four back in the year. But the beauty has a maternal grin.

"We talked about paying people and collecting things, not people."

Madeline Lieber.

Mother greeted us with a smile as she sat in the chair of her cat's feet.

... Oh, definitely.

This force, which moves crap as if it were alive.

It's that spiritual art that killed the philosophical zombie girl.

"Go ahead, take a seat"

Two chairs behind us, coming to be seated on foot.

"... excuse me"

It was such a strange sight, I didn't want to accept it right away, but both me and Rachel sat down honestly.

No matter how unidentified they are, they don't suddenly do anything abusive.

Because we know that Madeline Lieber is that kind of person.

... That's why it looks odd.

I thought my mother was manipulating and the crap killed the philosophical zombie girl relentlessly...

"Well, quick, can I ask you a question here?

Mother said with her long legs loose.

Inferior in number, he is in full control of the place - it is not the Lady of Lords, but behaves as a spiritual artist of war.

"Why do you know that the identity of the legendary Evil God is the Spirit (Baal)? And why did you ask me that question? This is how I responded to the impudent call by myself - if you want to withdraw any further concessions from me, you must first wash away your identity and purpose and have them speak to you."

An interrogation I won't let you say whether or not.

This is... bad deception is counterproductive.

"Okay. Honestly, I'll tell you the truth."

To Rachel, who looks at me like a surprise, I give back my gaze and nod.

And then I looked straight into my mother's eyes - grandly breasted, and named myself after her.

"My name is Jack Lieber."

"............... Yes?

To his mother eleven years ago, his son eleven years later said.

"Eleven years from now, Baal will be back. Please, tell me how to stop it - Mother."

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Mother blinked her eyes with a missing look between them.

But I don't have to be scared, I keep my word grand.

"I can't help but believe it. But I can only tell you the truth. I'm Jack Lieber, eleven years after counting from this era. The spiritual art of the Spirit Agares [leading the way in cause and effect] has made me go back in time."

Technically it wasn't time but cause and effect that went back, but I saved it because the explanation would be cumbersome.

"There is nothing to prove, but let us base ourselves on that, knowing that the evil god, spoken of in the legend of the Four Braves, is the fruit of" Baal ", the number one spiritual sequence. If my imagination is correct, this fact should only be conveyed to the fourth brave family, the Fiamma."

Her mother opened her eyes gently and hid her mouth with her hands.

"Indeed, that fact is now only available to the people of Fiamma... No, let's get confirmation. Excuse me, have you kept your eyes closed for a while?

"? Yes......"

As they say, I closed my eyelids.

After watching the dark for a while, I felt like the world would stay away from me forever.

In the meantime, I could see a world like a starry sky.

"... Yes. That's enough."

Again, when I opened my lid.

There was a loving mother's face, as she remembered in her childhood.

"It's hard to believe...... now it seems that there are two of my sons in this city. There is nothing more to interpret either as a visitor from the past or from the future than the simultaneous existence of two identical persons…"

Now it was my turn to be surprised.

No way...... so easy?

You're telling me you can believe me...?

Doubt was blown away, however, by her mother's smile.

That laugh was definitely my mother's.

"Big...... you will, Jack. My mother is delighted that you grew up fine."

"......"

Unexpectedly, I enjoyed a leaking whimper.

Like this... like this.

Also... I can't believe you called my mother by her name...

Rachel's hand gently rubs my back.

Thanks to that hand, I could barely drink down an undesirable event.

Seeing us like that, Mother spills a funny laugh at "hehe".

"It's kind of odd to be in front of a son my age who's just the same as me, though.... So, what about you? I see you with the Elves..."

"Oh, this one..."

It's my wife.

I looked at Raquel a little bit for the unexpected answer that popped up while I was wiping my seeping tears.

"Whoa, man... my wife...!

"... no?

A sloppy ascendancy.

I've never seen Rachel before, and I didn't think so, and I had a mouth cage.

"... in one piece, fine..."

"Good......"

Rachel exhales and loosens her lips.

My heartbeat was disturbed.

No surprise, no fear, it was a comfortable disturbance.

If you can't accept the feeling you haven't had in too long, your mother laughs with pleasure when she dulls.

"You met the good one, Jack. You have a bit of a tough spot, so that's how strong a woman fits."

"... it's tomorrow that we meet."

"Well, is it? I need to look forward to this."

Shit. We talked about the future.

The fact that time didn't return won't have changed the future - if you think about it, that should be it too.

Because when I meet Rachel, my mother already...

"There's some stories to pile up, but let's get down to business. Eleven years later, the evil god Baal will be back, you said, Jack?

"Yes. From all the circumstantial evidence we estimated that the evil god Baal had someone as his host. But I didn't know who that was..."

"So, Mr. Madeline, I'm here to ask you. It turns out that the Fiamma clan is deeply involved in the sealing of the Evil God..."

"Indeed, my clan knows more about evil gods than anyone else. That's also..."

I can finally achieve my original purpose.

That was the moment I thought so.

"I'm sorry. Shit!

That's what I heard from the store.

Apparently, if a guest came to the antiques store...

- Kata.

- Kata.

- Katakata Katakata!!

"... then what... Huh!?

The surrounding crap shook out simultaneously.

Unusual vibrations.

Something bad happened because I was intuitive.

On that evidence, my mother changed her complexion slightly to harsh.

"... sorry. I will speak with my husband tomorrow at the Mansion for more information. Now for a moment, out the back door."

"Mother. Is this...? Did the voice customer do something?

"I am the living dead, the living dead."

""... Huh!?

Me and Rachel, we peeled our eyes off and breathed.

Living Dead - It's...!

"Mr. Madeline - could you possibly tell the philosophical zombies......!?

To Rachel's inquiry, her mother seemed surprised for a moment,

"Philosophical zombies - the more you describe them that way. Arre has long been known in my clan as the Living Dead. Alongside the evil god Baal, the family of my clan's rival - the Spirit Bifronce."

A pile of crap moved in the back of the room and the door showed up while my mother spoke quickly.

"Come on, hurry up! It's dangerous to be blamed for being here!

My mother rushed me, and we're going out that door.

Outside is the back alley - no, it's a good idea to call it an alley. It was a narrow road, deserving to be called simply the gap between the building and the building.

Mother moves the crap and hides the door and walks fast ahead of us.

"In recent times, there have been many living dead in Dimkurd. Only I, the Orthodox Successor of the Fiamma, can discern the living dead. I'm working with my husband to exterminate him, but he's a terribly cunning opponent, and I won't even let him grab his tail."

Terrible and cunning opponent.

Me and Rachel both know who he is.

... where I don't know, were you fighting?

Father and mother, and Phil - the only natural enemies in the world, each other, in this Dimkuld.

And that day.

The day I met Phil and Rachel, my mothers were defeated...

When she looked at me unexpectedly and seriously, her mother immediately guessed.

"... and apparently you showed your horse legs in the future."

"... Yes"

With the pain in my chest - but I couldn't help but say.

"The operator of" Bifronce "is Philine. Philine Posford -"

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"... and apparently you showed your horse legs in the future."

Time is back!?

... right. I can't tell you.

I can't tell you that Phil is a Bifronce operator.

If I knew that here and now, neither mother nor father would have accepted the visit of Posford parents and children defenselessly......

The future, it changes.

A future where mothers are defeated and turned into philosophical zombies.

"... what's up?

"... no..."

I leaned over to hide from my caring mother's gaze and I bit my lip.

Tomorrow, you two will be killed.

It was a scattered threat. Asmodeus urged me to be prepared.

I can't do anything.

I can't help you.

You can't change what you've already decided.

I just have to kill my mothers to find my future.

In no time, I went out on the street.

Mother closes her eyes for a few seconds, mingling naturally with clutter.

"... there doesn't seem to be any living dead around here. But… you should avoid being with me any more today"

"... why not?

"It seems that Bifronce is wary of you, the remnants of his sudden appearance. As I was saying, the details are again tomorrow, in our mansion."

Tomorrow.

That's exactly the day my mother and father are killed by Phil.

"… I will definitely go"

With determination and readiness, I said.

Whatever you're going to see,...... you have to go.

To defeat that sister.

Mother smiled softly.

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it. … but"

But you look like you only scold me for a moment.

"When you see your parents, look happier. That's the best thing about filial love."

... It's hard for me to say right now.