"That's why I can't remember." "Thomas, I'm not sure at all."
Squeak with liquor and wrap your hands around the smoke as if you were paying attention.
He gave Ray almost the same response as he had at the meal, burning his face with the alcohol and hot water he had been drinking for a long time. No matter how much alcohol is served, this absolute will to pass unknowingly cools my head.
When I try to remember, I can clearly remember when I was Thomas, even with my alcoholic head blurred.
It was only about two months, but if I was called Thomas, I would be used to looking back naturally. Originally, the name Ryer was similar to the name itself, so it cannot be called officially either. And looking back, my life as Thomas was surprisingly familiar to me.
Now that I have my memories back, I think I want to stop as soon as possible because the care of livestock is not suitable for sex. However, it wasn't bad enough for an employer who hired me without a bad eye to try to get through. I thought in the corner of my head whether I should go to work tomorrow to avoid inconvenience.
I used to steal the gold from myself, but now I don't think so. Sometimes I can't do poorly under probation, but I still realize that I have my own self as Thomas.
Rather, as soon as my memory as a back-office is gone, I think that it is closer to my own essence if I think that I will be so dumbfounded.
I can't go back to myself, dumbfounded in peace, who thought there was no real bad guy in the world. I am now well aware that it is not true from the experience of living as a back office. Because I am also a kind of outsider.
Now that I have a memory of Thomas, I think I could have lived with a happy head if I had thought with a calm head. Life that wished for only peace without knowing his own evil deeds or the dark parts of the world was filled with peace as never before in his life.
"I don't even know what I'm thinking, but I just forgot about it." how hard it was for you..... "
"I don't know." If I tell you anything, you're all slaves. I don't want to imagine what kind of eyes it suits. "
But now that I've chosen to recover my memories like this, I'm glad I can remember.
Pulling too thinly from the edge of her mouth, she puts her feet on the table with her shoes and flips over.
My life as Thomas was definitely not a bad one. I was happy to live as Thomas if I didn't get my memories back. However, the shame of being seen by people related to the past is terrible, rather than the words, actions, and thoughts that are impossible for me until now.
To be honest, it was a hundred times better to be able to see that I had fallen into slavery as a lyre.
When I think of my words and deeds that are so ordinary, strangely polite and gentle, I am ashamed to die. It is superfluous to think that it is its own nature.
Besides, Ray saw it. If you become aware of it for a moment, you will be driven by the urge to scratch your throat.
Honestly, as Thomas, I wanted to scream with blood that I never wanted to see Ray.
Even though I don't like that kind of personality, I said that word to Ray with my own mouth with that face.
The last time I saw him was six years ago, when the kid he was treating as a child was shown a side he didn't want to be seen. If you don't want to be involved with Ray as Thomas anymore, you just have to bury Thomas's memory in the dark.
When I remembered it, my tongue naturally turned to mislead me. Despite the first chatter in years, Rheer's heart kept rattling with impatience in proportion to his fluent sliding tongue.
I feel my nostalgic stunts resurrect while pretending not to show them to my face, to my movements, to my voice, to my mind. You can still act like Thomas if you try, but you definitely don't want anyone, especially Ray, to know who you are.
I tried to lower my voice as if I was tired of trying to divert Ray from the consciousness in front of me, but it doesn't matter if I remember being a slave.
If it has nothing to do with Ray, I'll forget about it. Rather, it clears up any more unpleasant memories in my life. He hadn't had a boring life before he met Ray, but he didn't have time to think about it the moment he regained his memory. I woke up, recovered my memories, and the first time I caught my head was just before I fell into slavery, not to mention my last parting with Ray. I just rushed to it.
Oh no! I can't forget it all... it's only two months!
I saw it as Thomas, and it was like Ray moaning in front of me.
If I hadn't known that Ray was looking for himself, I'd be sure that I wouldn't have messed with him where I got my memories back. Immediately after recovering my memory, I was puzzled by the feeling of waking up from a dream, but I was completely differently perceived in my head after having recovered all the memories I had seen as Thomas.
Thomas's chest was quite squeezed when a young man who knew himself in the past lamented in front of him, but now that he was a lyre, he wanted to die rather than be squeezed. The fact that I had been searching for myself for years was a shock first.
He is a young man with a masculine and ruthless face who has grown bigger, and whose face is not as good as it used to be.
The young man cried out because he was more amnesic than guzuguzu, and then continued to play with Reyerrer and his name as before. Even though the fact alone makes you feel like your whole body is being swallowed, you can bite the inside of your mouth until blood seeps out, and it's your own fault that you cried.
One of the few [feelings of guilt] in my life that I rarely felt, whether I killed people, cheated them, or abandoned them, was heavy enough to jump off the carriage when I got up.
... if I wanted to make you cry anyway, I'd have been better off with a pretty girl than a kid...
What? Did you cry because you missed me, Ray?
"It's a bokeh." You disappeared in vain. You must be the one to blame. "
Oh, that's Walcutta. While hitting a hammer on the stick reading, he buries the moat to make it harder for Ray to say anything.
I definitely don't want Ray's memories of Thomas to be told. I do not doubt that it is the most peaceful and happy thing to do without each other. I seriously think that if Ray had forgotten all about it instead of himself, it would have settled round.
Whether he regained his memory or lost it, whether Ray forgot or not, it all ended in one second.
I remember yesterday like a distant memory that if Ray had found the pickup, there would have been a time when he would have pressed it quickly and dazzled the missing person. Nevertheless, Rae searched herself to the edge of the intermediate level and cried to herself, hoping to remember her anger at the opponent who had completely forgotten everything, even though she no longer needed to be indebted.
If I could make a woman cry, I would feel good and immerse myself in pleasure, but more importantly, I wouldn't feel comfortable living in a ray opponent. Even a child is not good at crying.
The first thing I thought after recovering my memory was that I had to stop him from crying. I couldn't leave him alone anymore, as I did when we fled human trafficking together.
And I'm really glad I got my memories back. No matter how much Ray fights with Thomas, it doesn't change that he leaves Ray alone in the past to see Thomas and Rhea as different people.
I can't leave Ray alone at the edge of the world to escape anymore. Ray crying like that, and Thomas, who was exposed only to his own embarrassing nature, got along just by thinking, it was too fierce and his body was stubborn.
Thomas, I've found a way to recover your memories.
"... ahhh, after all, what's with that Jeanne-chan?" If it's not your fault, why? "
I don't know. I told you he was the one who stuck his neck in it. Did he even grow old?
"You've heard that I just poked in." There's no other way than for us to suddenly show up against the good guys or the bad ones, pay them off, and ask for no price. There's no other way but for a woman, a fairies or goddess Sama. "
I heard the details of the meal time. Now I also understand that Ray and Jeanne are not in love.
Ray's mouth explained how she ended up with Ray. However, I was not convinced by Lyer. Any memory of Thomas would be superfluous.
If I had to convince myself, the most important thing was that Jeanne was thinking of Ray. I was too busy apologizing for Ray and advising him to get along.
However, after hearing Ray's story, he suddenly came into the Mansion and said that he liked it, and half forced Yaji to come forward and cooperate.
It was only about Ray's subjectivity, but Rhea said that she often teamed up with such a suspicious guy. It was creepy that Jeanne hadn't asked for anything. I'm still more convinced that you used Ray to avenge yourself for something you did in the past in your family business. However, if it was to avenge Ray, it would be too complicated to enter my pocket this time.
It's as if he would say that if he could just solve this case, it wouldn't matter. In the end, thanks to her, we were able to reunite.
"... yes, did you properly thank me?" What did you tell him when you saw him off? "
"I said... I said at first..."
I tried to say it, but it stopped along the way.
Ray with his lips tied didn't answer, though Rhea gave it back to him right away.
I did say thank you once. But that was only after I met Thomas. I didn't say a word when you brought me Lyre after that.
I was still skeptical about whether you really brought Rhea, or if you did something to Thomas.
If she regained his memory with some kind of connection, just like she did when she seized Ryer's location, I might be able to thank her. But then, overwhelmingly, the question was stronger as to how she could do it.
Like Rhea, Ray doesn't understand Jeanne's principles of behavior. When I got here, it was easier for me to tread on my back and turn back. I was satisfied if you asked me for something in return. However, considering that, it is strange that she rubbed against herself before she was originally on the verge of falling and before she was convicted.
Rhea also gave up on Ray, who was silently thinking about it while stopping her hand from tilting her drink.
Looking at his half-face with his eyebrows clasped strangely and his expression muscles focused too much, Ray also understood that Jeanne seemed to be immeasurable.
Jeanne's actions were too puzzling for Ray. It's too convenient. There have long been too many unexplained people around me who just push good intentions without asking for anything in return. To Jeanne, the servant of the Mansion. And I'm right in front of you.....
"... Lyre"
“What's the matter, brother?
Suddenly, Rhea raised her face to Ray, who asked in a narrow voice, forgetting the sharpness of the previous one.
When I saw it, I looked at myself with the same eyebrows as before. The moment my eyes met, I realized that this was when I wanted to be serious, and Rheer regretted that it was too late. In the old days, when Ray used to ask me "When are you going to sell me?" I couldn't predict what extra things Ray would say right now.
The first unknown person to Ray is the Ryer in front of him.
"Six years... no, that day eight years ago. Why did you pick me up? You can't be telling me you didn't sell it."
I already know. With that said, Rhea's first sweat dripped on her cheeks as she turned straight to Ray.
I used to be able to tell lies, but now that Ray, who wasn't a little kid, was asking in the same way as before, I was mad. Moreover, it is hard to argue that I used it in my own way, as I did in the past, considering that I made him cry twice in one day.
With a twisted smile, he stopped the hand of the bottle and put his cheek stick on the table.
When I spoke as Thomas, I didn't say a word about myself that he was still raised to be sold as a slave. On the contrary, when I recall that it was picked up, I understand that some facts will have been noticed as I grow.
Looking back at the time, I'm not sure Rhea would believe me if I told her the truth.
If it's true that you picked Ray up from the carriage by mistake with the girl, then I don't know how many people have regretted picking up Ray afterwards. I was always willing to let him go, and it was harder to let him go when I knew he was the flaming Special Ability.
It's also true that I took her in by mistake. It was also true that I didn't want to be a slave from the beginning. And if you're a woman, it's also true that you sold (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...) (...)... I don't think you'll believe me if I explain everything here. That's why
"...... Nysho"
I'm not going to say anything further.
Either way, it was unexpected that I wanted to help Ray until I stood up. If you answer it here, how come you don't want to be searched?
I didn't want to talk about my mood at the time anymore. For me, more or less, being caught up in human trafficking is in itself
It's not a bad memory.
"I told you just now, it doesn't change anything." That's what I wanted to do. In the end, Ray-chan also tricked me into pressing me against Anchorson, so I don't have to be grateful. "
He laughed at Ray as he leaned between his brows and swallowed the facts with the wine.
Rheer was prepared to die to escape Ray at the time, but even when he was driven into combat and led to human trafficking, he had no regrets about what he did. There was no dissatisfaction in the first place as a result of living like I wanted to, and if you look at Ray who is grumpy at himself now in front of you, it will be a good memory and a nostalgic memory.
She protected the opponent she wanted to protect at the time, and she was safe and sound. It was each other who wished for each other to be safe, but they also inadvertently wanted to reveal the truth.
Ray puts a bottle of wine on the smoke-ridden lyre and puts his arms and legs together.
I also knew that he who had not told the truth in the past would not be able to break his mouth more easily now. However, I would be angry if it was flowing too much as expected.
Ray hadn't even thought about how to find him for the past six years, how to break his mouth.
I've even thought about suddenly thinking that just because I don't know it, it's actually a distant edge somewhere or I've seen it a long time ago. However, none of them was enough to make itself complete.
That's why I want to hear the answer from the customer's mouth.
"... just tell me the reason why I'm satisfied, even if it's a lie." Then there's no point in finding you. "
"It's okay because I'm satisfied." It reminds me the most of all, because this is how I met my little one. "
And booze. Shortly after, Gubigubi and I suddenly looked up at the alcohol and turned away.
Rhea, who laughed jokingly, regrettably tied Ray's lips. While looking at the big liar in front of you, you realize that even if you can't be convinced by just one word now, your surroundings will be annihilated like a lie.
You will never be misled, but you will be satisfied. The reunion of my dreams is suddenly being pushed to the tip of my nose.
Mm, if I slam my cheek stick and look away from Rhea, I'll be swayed by "drunk brother".
I could still drink it, so I grabbed the bottle again and drank more than half of it all at once. Wipe excessively overflowing liquor with the cuffs. Rhea whistled and laughed at the look.
"Don't do it, Ray-chan." If you can only drink that, you're already a grown-up. "
"Pull it out. Think of it more as an excuse for me to turn my back on you than as a mouthpiece."
"When I was about your age, it was even bigger. Give it up."
"Thirty years ago."
No, that's why I'm not that old.
Raising his voice to Ray, who was still looking at his age, he laughed again in amazement.
Ray's words, which were less annoying than they used to be, seemed to grow up to Rhea. Emptying the bottle while relieved by the subtle flow of the story.
It seemed that the bad mouth to myself was still trying to grasp the sense of distance. Even if the mouth does not decrease, there is no restraint. In spite of the fact that it has been six years, the young man in front of him is definitely a boy who missed his own life.
Speaking with a new bottle of wine in his mouth, Ray pulled out the bottle again in the same way. As it is, it casually flows out into a good chat as if it were a meal.
When I suddenly looked at the clock, I noticed that the date and time were turning. It was time for the kid to go to bed, and Ray looked at the drunkard with his drunken head.
Rhea, what are you going to do?
"Well, I can't wait to go home once in the morning." I forgot how to work, but I didn't get it until I got the money. "
"...... what if I......"
Ng, and suddenly Rae raised both her eyebrows to Rhea, whose voice was squeezed.
When I asked myself, it was the same voice as before, but suddenly it stopped with a voice that was about to disappear. I was looking straight at myself, and now I was prone.
I put my hand on the bottle that I forgot and waited for a reply. However, Ray's face was still intensely burned and unchanged in his misery. Gwah, gwah, gwah, gwah, gwah.
It was even more than enough to tell Rheer to wait without daring to stretch.
In response to what Ray had to say, Rhea took a careless stance. For the first time, Ray, who had barely spoken about what he was looking for, told me about the current situation. With her legs on the table, she shook the chair diagonally and dropped the story firmly on her head, looking like she hadn't heard it.
When I heard about Thomas, who hadn't been informed, I wanted to say "What are you doing?" several times, but I don't think it's my fault.
After finishing speaking, Ray couldn't escape from the booze and fell silent.
I'm prepared to do what I have to do. But there was something else I didn't want to end up with.
After six years of consultation, Rheer only sighed once. To the young man in front of him, who still seems to have his hands on him, I said lightly, "What should I do?" Tilting the chair again, he looked up at the colorful ceiling so that he could not see Ray's face.
"...... well, somehow."
Finally, the answer I had arrived at was simple.
Ray gasped unexpectedly at Lyre's lowered voice. As soon as the numbness of my hands stopped, I realized that I had been shaking.
Ryer's gaze seemed as if he hadn't listened to anyone, but the tone of his voice was definitely serious.
"That's it, that's it, let's think about it after we're done, brother." We've gotten used to each other once. "
It's definitely Lyre's true nature to say encouraging, abandoning words.
Waiting for each other to continue with a small expectation of the word, Ray chewed inside his mouth unknowingly. Rhea leaned her chair up to the ceiling and turned to Rey with a grunt and rumbling sound. The face I saw many times when I was living with the lower class was a familiar nostalgic smile.
"I'm not leaving you anymore, so do as you please."
Unexpectedly, my breath was stuffed by the words I wanted to say the most.
Ray squeezed his lips and couldn't answer for a while. Her eyes shone brightly as she widened to the limit. I ate and tied my teeth without running, but it was only a matter of time.
Rhea, who noticed it, laughed and continued to do nothing. Regardless of what happens to Ray in the future, I think I will wait for the young man who has been searching for me for six years. I am accustomed to living that day.
If that's the case, whether it's a job that doesn't suit my sex, or a way of life, I think I'll put up with it. Finally, looking at the young man trembling from his shoulder in front of him, he poked only his cheek stick and just laughed.
I decided to live with the young man, who was the most troublesome, cared for and troublesome in the world, until I got tired of it.
... the next morning.
The number of guards sent from the castle to Ray's mansion at the end of the feast was shortly after Rhea left for work in the early morning.
Without hesitation, Ray Karen appeared at the Imperial Castle.