Reincarnation Monarch

Episode 1,537: Horselight

"A common denominator in all life...... what's that?

Carla asked with a harsh look.

Gaius took one deep breath and slowly opened his mouth.

"Julia."

To an unexpected name, Carla became a puzzling expression.

"Julia? What happened to Julia?

When Carla inquired a little rushed into her mood, Gaius gave a slightly hazy look.

"Yeah... there was always Julia"

"Was Julia there?... does that mean in all your previous lives?

"Oh, yeah."

"Does that mean there was a woman like Julia? Or..."

Then Gaius nodded slowly.

"The names were separate. But in all my life, she was there."

"Aside from his name, he's the same person, right?

"Yes. Same girlfriend."

"But if it's a different name, what makes you think it's the same person?

Then Gaius looked again.

"It's a soul. Because her soul will always be the same."

"Soul... right. Is the soul the same..."

"Oh. Her soul is always with me. So we can decide it's the same, and we can find it."

"And this time too... So?

"Oh. That said, it's always the last time in my life that I realize that,"

"Then this time..."

Without waiting for Carla to say it out with a serious look, Gaius took over the aftermath.

"Probably an exception."

Carla had a firm deep wrinkle between her eyebrows.

"Why did such an exception happen?

Gaius slowly shook his neck to the side.

"I don't know. Honestly, that mystery will remain."

"Don't you ever think of that?

Gaius slowly closed his eyelids and thought about it.

But after a while I thought about it, I didn't get an answer.

"You can't. I don't know why. Just..."

"Just what? Whatever. Say it."

At Carla's request, Gaius opened his mouth quietly and slowly.

"I think I've probably had the most experience in my life so far"

"I mean, of all the things you've been through, you say there might be a reason?

Gaius nodded greatly.

"Oh. If I follow the memory of my previous life, I think we all have a lot of experience uniformly. But when it comes to my experience in this world..."

Gaius narrowed his eyes in nostalgia, reminding him of what had been like a running lantern.