Reincarnation Monarch

Chapter 1740: The Creator

"... that kind of karaki..."

Astalot said with a convincing face.

But Iris was not convinced yet.

"What? What are you talking about? You don't know what that means, do you?

For this reason Astalot explained it plainly to Illis.

"It's easy. We don't know how our memories are altered, but in the case of the Thousand Years Dragon, even if one person is altered, we share consciousness with everyone, so even if it is altered, consciousness is immediately infiltrated by others, so that we can recover the memories before the alteration."

Iris rebuffed his current explanation with a difficult face.

And I don't know where it actually is, but I looked convinced.

"Hmm, you mean that? So, why are our memories being altered?

Astalot shrugged his shoulders.

"So you're telling me you don't know that, right? It's just that in our consciousness, if we pull some kind of trigger, our memories are automatically tampered with, right?

"Automatically? Like what, for example?

"Right... when we try to get our thoughts on our birth..."

Astalot narrowed his eyes as soon as he said that.

"... apparently a hit. I'm losing consciousness for a moment now."

Then Nerva said happily.

"It will be. Our memories are made so that the moment we pull some trigger, as you said, our memories are altered."

"Oh, apparently so. I'm still in danger."

Then Iris said.

"Is this the maker's trick, too?

Astalot smiled sarcastically.

"Is there anywhere else?

But Iris did not yet seem convinced.

"Is that true? Doesn't that mean Lucifer did it?

Astarot saw Nerva there.

Nerva, too, disappeared the grin earlier, narrowing her eyes.

"Hmm... Lucifer... maybe..."

Astalot nodded as well.

"Right. Making him look like a builder, Lucifer might be a way of thinking..."

Then Iris flinched greatly.

"It would be! What do you say, my thoughts!

Astalot shrugged his shoulders again.

"Right. That may be true...... but then why doesn't Lucifer want to remind us about the creator?

Astalot, so to speak, put his arms together for a while to contemplate.