"Why did you do such a roundabout?
The Ethereal Question was the most, it was also conceived that if it was not Ethereal who remained here, he would be injured. In the worst case scenario, there would have been a risk of loss of life.
"Sorry, it's going to take a while from startup to the current state. The first personality was a pseudo conferred as a golem. Golem's personality was watching my memories and talking along the way."
The look of Golem lowering his head was hilarious, but Aeta narrowed her eyes without laughing.
"So... where the hell were you in your current state from?
"Uh, no, I don't think so... from around the time I got my leg slashed..."
To say so at first glance, Shizuku had transmitted his cheeks while being the body of the inorganic Golem.
"You remember being slashed in the leg... I mean?
In the words of Aotearoa, Grevin looked up to heaven.
"Eh, okay, wow! I've been in this state since I was fighting the Kolong!
"Again..."
Aotearoa only camouflaged, but succeeded in making Grevin confess to it.
"Ha-ha, that's okay. I'd rather be glad to see the power of the grown sorta."
Yeah, I nodded to Grevin. Aotearoa shrugged her shoulder, but that look seemed somewhere happy.
"So, are you sure it's okay with Grevin? Thought he died hundreds of years ago."
"Hmm, this is Grevin who fought the Demon King with the sortas for once. But hundreds of years? I'm sorry, but can you tell me how long it's been since we fought the Demon King?"
Grevin, who looks like a giant golem, sits up, arms up and asks Ethereal.
"Oh, it seems we fought the Demon King a thousand years ago now, I myself was re-summoned three years after returning to the original world. This time it's a form of summoning the others."
Grevin shows surprise at Aotearoa's answer.
"It's been so long... I don't know if Sorta's a re-summons either. By the way, are the two of you, Wolf and Gu Long, the current companions of Sota?
"Oh, there are two others. More than that, Wolf, he's an atra, isn't he? Didn't I have a contract with you?
Heard of Atra, Grevin opened his eyes, showing such emotional movements.
"Atora!? It looks like it's gotten bigger... when I was with you, it was more like a regular wolf size, right?
Grevin evoked old memories, remembering Atlas, but following every memory was far smaller than its current size.
'I am Atra. Since Lord Gregor's death I have traveled in various places. Sounds like he grew up absorbing a lot of magic vegetables there or defeating other demons'
"You talk!? This... seems to have evolved tremendously. Well, good to see you again."
The expression does not change because it is a golem, but the change in voice color could be felt.
'Good to see you, too. Now I'm under contract as Lord Sorta's beast demon, do you mind?
"Uh-huh, there's nothing wrong with sorta. Sorta seems to be growing a little bit, but I can tell from its face that the roots haven't changed."
Grevin shakes that big head vertically over and over again to affirm Atra's judgment.
"Let's get back to it, how is this happening? Like I said, you're dead, right?
Atra is also nodding at Aotearoa's words.
"Uhm, that's what we talked about... oh, looks like someone's here"
It was Deena and Leila who came from a different aisle from Atra.
"Layla to Deena. Are you okay?"
"Hmm, Deena's not what she used to remember."
Deena glances around for a moment at the voices she hears from somewhere.
"Deena...... you may not believe it, but its golem sounds like Grevin"
"What?"
Deena stares at the golem with a poker face.
"Um, it's been a while. Deena doesn't seem to change as much as Sota or Atra, but I still miss her."
Deena kept her eyes open and her tears were dropping zero.
"Ho, are you really Mr. Grevin? Ho, really...... ugh"
"Oh, oh, don't cry. When Deena cries, I'm in trouble."
The sight of the golem panicking gratefully was interesting to watch, but Aotearoa never gets to talk about it, so he fixes the track.
"In the meantime, Deena wipe my tears with this. Can Grevin explain to me how this is happening?
Aotea hands over the handkerchief to Deena and urges Grevin to talk ahead.
"Well, I'll tell you what, it's not true I'm already dead. I know you don't have to tell me about this golem, but it's my first body. The Golem's energy source gathers and uses a little magic from the spirits in the dungeon. So it's only a matter of time before we talk to the Lord."
Deena hears that and looks even sadder.
"But why did you do this? A personality transplant? Transcription of memories? Or is it a transfer of souls?
"Heh heh heh, I'm going to poke a pretty good spot. Once I put my magic and memory into the nucleus of the Golem, I succeeded in replicating some of my personality into the nucleus. Well, I guess I'm more of a Grevin shard than Grevin himself right now."
Aotearoa hears about it and gets a lot of ideas.
"So your personality to this point? No, but can't it depend on the quality of the original nucleus? But..."
"Lord Sota?... Lord Sorta can't seem to get a voice. Hmm, then let me tell you something. Lord Sota asked me earlier, why did you do that?
"Oh, you didn't tell me. Sorry, that's why I made a reproduction of my personality to the Golem. That's..."