Reincarnation Monarch

"Huh... Is the past that important?

Ione said with a really strange face, peeking into Shester.

Shester became a little Buddha top and answered.

"... oh. It's not good to bind to the past, but I'm not impressed with all past events."

Ione had a difficult face.

"... nothing. We didn't erase the past ourselves. It hasn't happened since the beginning."

Ione made excuses.

Then Shester caught on to something.

"Just give me a minute. What do you mean it wasn't there from the beginning? I guess they took away memories of the past, huh? Wouldn't that be strange to say?

Ione gave her lips a little slack.

"I don't know if they took it. We don't have memories. Then you'd better think it wasn't there from the beginning."

In Ione's words, Shester said negatively, although he showed only a few understandings.

"I know what you're going to say. But if this is by someone's hand, it's the same as being stolen. Suppose a thief walked into your house and stole something important. Still, you say you don't remember your anger at the thief?

Ione also thought with a difficult look on his face.

"Uh-huh... you're a thief... maybe you are... but you're not angry at me for some reason..."

Then Chester's face became even sharper.

"You're angry for some reason... isn't that because it's set up that way?

Ione looked strange again and asked Chester.

"... what does that mean?

Shester kept his harsh expression, slowly opening his mouth and stating his thoughts.

"This is just a guess... I was wondering if Lucifer did some sort of work to make sure your anger wasn't directed against you while you erased your memories, huh?

Ione turned out surprised and asked Shester to return the parrot.

"Finished?... can you do that?

Shester shook his clothes.

"I don't know. But the other guy is that Lucifer, right? He's the one with the ability to go beyond his intelligence. Then we might be able to do that."

"... crafting into our brains?... Lucifer? ……

Ione shrugged so, covering her face with both hands.

And I moved my hands up and down several times.

And when Ione had made his move, he put his hands off his face, and said,

"... I think so..."