The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

The month of Wu (O), the 18th

Given is a member of the Quina, Paradi field mission.

I just got in, Lower Ess, but what an assignment to a unit investigating undeveloped land.

So I decided to keep a record from today like an investigator, sss.

All around you are the elite, and I will try not to get my feet together!

Lu (Roku) Moon, 5th

The eastern side of the mountain range, an undeveloped land from the difficult and famous mountain path.

I heard a wasa saying there was an unconfirmed crater here, and here we are, investigative team!

I don't know what Givens can do, but you guys are all from the kind ones, and I'm sure they'll be fine.

It also has the protection of Master Empireo!

Lu (Roku) moon, twentieth

In the zone where demons come out, finally, penetration sucks!

It seems that there are powerful demons living there, but there is an awesome cleric knight, Touria, so heh heh heh!

The strength, long blonde hair, rigid eyes, appreciated sss no less than the ancient knight brave Celia......

Lu (Roku) moon, twenty-fourth

Nightmares......

A large group of monkeys attacked me, and everyone in the investigation team was scattered, sss.

Given is very comfortable with Tulia, but everyone is worried.

Lu (Roku) moon, twenty-fifth

I discovered a crater on a distant mountain skin, sss.

If I went to see how things were going with Master Tulia, what a nest of monkeys there!

Besides, we were all caught, sss.

Master Tulia is about to enter and rescue everyone, sss.

I'll keep track of his work as a member of the investigation team!

Tulia's head was crushed by the monkey's balls.

At Given's place, I had a hard time hitting it off, and then the samurai said they wanted to.

... No, I can't read at all from here on out with words like mites.

And there's something on the parchment that looks like dry marks.

He probably punched his stomach juice.

Now we're on a break in a cave in the woods.

I've distanced myself from the crater, and I've confirmed that there's no demons inside.

It's a shallow cave with just a few dozen steps ahead, so I guess it's more accurate to say "cave".

What I was reading was this kid's diary... or record info.

Beat was collecting a bunch of parchment that spilled when he ripped his clothes off.

"... eh"

Beat's mouth is so shocked by the content.

Mine, I just finally got off guard against this girl after reading him.

"This' Lion of the Supreme Heaven ', Touria, was the image of a cleric knight."

I can only imagine what happened to this kid after this, but I'm sure he got caught by a monkey.

And I think he stole the monkey's eye and hid in a pile of bodies as his people were being killed.

Anyway, now I'm clear.

A girl named Quina is a new American member of the investigation team, and she has nothing to do with the chaser.

So I really don't feel comfortable showing Beato or my face......

Rietzsche will know the face of a brave man no matter how much.

Melo and Toka are investigating the red stone again.

And it's Mr. Quina, but I'm just waiting for her to fall asleep on my blanket and regain consciousness.

"This last date, three days ago, right? I've been hiding in a pile of bodies for three days. Watching my buddies get killed by monkeys, playing half the time..."

How hell is that?

Even if I regain consciousness, what if I'm freaking out?

Don't bother getting raped......

"…, ……………………"

Beato seems completely different from me and worried about this girl purely.

I'm staring at Mr. Quina in tears with my eyeballs in the letter Ha.

Really, you're a good kid for the bottom line, aren't you?

That's where I'm saved, too.

"... hmm?

"...... Huh!!!

Oh, are you conscious?

Mr. Quina, open your eyes slowly and look at us with a blurry look on our faces and around us.

"Toka, it's happening! I'm back in consciousness!

"Don't make a scene, 'cause it'll crack your head. You all right? You don't feel bad, do you?

"... who are you guys? Where are we? Given, what have you been doing..."

... In conclusion, Mr. Quina had lost his memory.

According to Beato, his brain erased his memory to protect his mind from an experience that was too tragic and shocking.

"You really don't remember?

"What I remember is a name, then as much as I remember five years ago...... I mean, really now, five years from now?

"Definitely. Still, there was nothing left in your luggage that could lead to you. He's gone, Killier."

I see, Toka, are you going to pretend that your sister doesn't know?

It's best that you forget such terrible memories anyway if you do have other memories.

You shouldn't give it a trigger that reminds me, should you?

"Ha... I don't know what Givens was doing with amnesia after going down such a mountain... Even so, I'm hungry sss......"

Mr. Quina's stomach growled, grunting.

Losing your memory doesn't change your body without drinking and eating for three days.

When Toka gives him dried meat and drinking water, he snatches it away like a snag and starts to disappoint with great momentum.

However, I feel bad for my health if I eat too much all at once......

I sneak a suggestion to Beat about a bunch of parchment while that kid concentrates on his meal.

"Hey Beat, why don't we just sneak off this record?"

………… ...... "

I didn't think it would be a good idea if some kind of clap saw me, but Beato fluttered, just a lateral head shake.

"You think you should leave it?

"... eh"

"This one just keeps up the good work. Not only would it be nice to keep it, but it would be nice if it stopped being a kikuma. Let us keep it. '

... Honestly, I'm sweet.

Mr. Quina's health hasn't returned yet, and he went wild in the cave that day as it was.

Everyone but Beat is about sleeping, in a hole where the light on the lamp shifts.

I've been thinking about what I care about ever since I left Wang Du.

……

"Mr. Killier, aren't you asleep yet?

Beat, covered in parchment, asks worried.

I can't sleep without this kid, so the time to sleep is with Beat.

So really, I can't stay up much at night.

"Hey, I was thinking. I wonder how Soma knew I had a water god."

Someone asked me, I can only assume, right?

Then who did you ask?

The most suspicious is Aitz, the masked swordsman Ares.

Who he is, who I am and his intense killing intentions towards me, hatred.

I don't care what you think of that......

"Ares informed Soma about me and the existence of Toka, I'm sure of this. It's just weird when it comes to [Water God]. 'Cause I found it after I fought Levia."

I haven't seen Levia since I took the little box.

I mean, I thought he was totally dead.

It could be different if he was really Levia.

Anyway, even if Ares is Levia, he's not supposed to know about [Water God].

"I can't believe you know I took [Watergod], and then there's about Reache--"

"... Huh!?

"Do you want to talk about the lady?

Surprisingly, he beat and wrote abusively.

This is the first time Beato has ever made me feel so angry.

"It's not like that. It just floated as a possibility."

"The lady won't do that."

"Yeah, I know... If Beato says so, I'm sure he does."

I'm in a bad mood. Hold Beat's head.

"... Huh!?

"Either way, we can't fight if we don't know who the enemy is. Let's start there..."

The enemy is not all Paradise.

Hit the darkness of Paradise, it's someone who's after Beat.

Reveal who the mastermind is, and I guess that's the first goal of this battle.

"Let's start by putting Mr. Quina at home."

Beat leaves me sagging away and sprinkles parchment with a reddish face.

While hiding your mouth on paper.

Cute.

"Well, you've lost your memory."

... Lost your memory, huh?

That's exactly what comes to mind when you hear it, isn't it Leader?

Are you still in Pireapolis, or...?

Anyway, I definitely want to use that guy's help.

Even if I don't have my memories back, I must be on my comforting side.

I think I might be grabbing some big information.

"... it's time for bed"

"... eh"

Join me in the blanket, pull over, me and Beat go to sleep.

First we cross the mountains, send Mr. Quina somewhere, then we look for a leader in Pireapolis.

... In the meantime, I hope nothing happens.