"Can you show me a little?"
On Chita's shoulder with a weak look like someone else, Thor puts his hand to work.
But as soon as I checked the skill tree, there was an unexpected wrinkle running between my brows.
The efforts so far stacked by a woman who was a brilliant bowman and wind user had disappeared brilliantly of things.
All that was left was a few short lower branch skills and almost empty water bottles.
The root properties obtained in the nest of ants are also all gone.
It was an expression of loss of memory, but it was not only a long-established technique such as how to pull a bow, twist a body, and an understanding of the timing and effect of releasing magic moves, but also the underlying martial arts and magic moves.
From within Chita, the very experience of being an adventurer had been uprooted.
All that's left is people who've just gotten older.
"Duh, what can we do?
"... you can't"
Thor shook his neck to the side when Sora inquired.
More than the original cannot interfere with a person's memory.
And in the case of a skill tree, the current state can only be achieved, and it is impossible to return lost training points (skill points).
"Well, that's why I don't trust sacred artifacts."
Kikirili, who exposed his disgusting emotions, somehow stares at Thor more.
That's a good one, but not if we're arguing about it right now.
To his silent brother Chill, Thor asked quietly.
"What are you going to do now?
No longer is it possible for Chita, as a Vajra adventurer, to challenge this labyrinth.
To Thor's words, the man who had led the Heavenly Storm Alliance answered with a small exhale.
"Which of us will have to retire after the role. Will it then be returned to the country or is it reasonable for the trading temple to work underneath? Well, it's best to start over from scratch in a breathless part of the house..."
With a soggy touch to his sister's head, his strength creeps into Chill's words.
"This guy is a better archer and wind user than his ex. As long as you get the hang of it, you'll be strong again soon. Somewhat, to the extent that I've eaten my age, I can't stand in the way. Besides, if you're not too late to start your adventure, more importantly, Lord Mudbreaker has shown you."
The bowman's eyes with his face raised had his usual sharp eyes back.
Looking around at the Tolls with that look in his eyes, Chill draws attention by letting his voice down just a little.
"But there's a real problem with that. I want you to see this."
With that said, Chill suddenly takes away the hat his sister was wearing.
What emerged from beneath it were flowers in strange shapes.
Windmill-shaped petals are floating in a universe of nothing.
Even stranger, down from the stem, the root part had been buried in Chita's hair.
The Tors gaze at the sight of grasshoppers growing straight from the head of man.
Nodding at the reaction, Chill began to explain.
"This is the memory grass we talked about earlier. As long as this sacred relic remains, the permanent family won't let this guy go. But on the contrary, I can also say that if this stays at hand, there will be no deep prying. I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
Suddenly in a polite tone, Chill turns his gaze toward Euril, who was silent all the time, not Tor.
"Would you please give Lord Orrindor a crossing? Lord Eural Reel of Frozen White"
"............... Yep, I get it. I think Audrey would be happy to help if she told me what was going on."
Suddenly it's Euril, called by two old names, but I try to respond pale without a disturbing bare gesture.
Suddenly, Orrindor, whose name came up, is a pharmacist belonging to the temple of exploration in Dadan, and a woman who is an old known pattern with Euril.
But to the Tors, who twist their necks without knowing how to relate to the current situation, the Grey-eared woman told me why, along with a familiar grin.
"Audrey is a well-known researcher in relation to sacred relics that belong to plants. But it's about me, too, so check it out."
"I don't have long ears that sound good, but we have excellent wings, too."
You were relieved that the purpose stood, Chill smiled thinly and slapped lightly.
More importantly, the sacred relics are the most important confidential in their respective temples.
I think it was the feeling of disobedience to the temple that revealed it to outsiders at all costs, but the aim of Big Book was to invite sympathy while involving the Tors in their own circumstances?
I guess being obsessed with Euril for a long time was also trying to hit my hand in anticipation of this happening.
Chill, who showed a moist way to do it, but his eyes toward his sister were soft as others, and Tor quietly clamped them just to scratch them under his chin.
"By the way, I was just wondering, you said you had freed the labyrinth lord, that is, purified"
"What's wrong with that? Mr. Euril."
As Thor pinched his mouth in a slightly blameworthy tone, Euril moved the tip of his ear slightly as troubled.
"Yes, the impact of the sacred relics is very great, Mr. Thor. Perhaps, in the future, a new labyrinth owner may not occur on a monthly to yearly basis."
"Hehe, you've noticed that a lot in the middle of this, you. Oh, come on, let me negotiate on that. Come on, don't go back up there? I can't help but feel disgusted here."
It was Kikirili who somehow remained asleep who had forcefully interrupted and closed the story.
But the words were good, so Thor and the others decided to retreat from the labyrinth, which had just arrived.
Though we tried to reach the fort on the shore of the swamp, naturally the flying dragon boat to pick us up hasn't arrived yet.
The dragons that Chita and the others rode were there, but it is impossible now to manipulate them.
"Flying dragons and I have lived long enough to finally be taught their true names and are allowed to ride on their backs."
"It's a lot. Um, it's a terrible story to think about again. I can't believe I've lost ten years of my life..."
"Oh, I think I'll make one too."
Leaking a sigh, Chill had a forced grin as she squeezed one eye.
"So it helps if you forgive me, even if I only use a few cowardly hands. Lord Moo, can you tell Chita the real name of that dragon?"
"Ma'am? Eh, Riusuke!
"I think that's different."
"Eh, that's nice."
The child, whose cheeks swelled gently, punched his ears in Chita's ear.
"Yeah, thanks again. Moo."
"Thank you. Eh."
Then a few days went by.
Apparently, Audrey's treatment went well, and Sacred Relic's Memory Grass was safely returned to the Trading Temple.
Negotiations with the permanent family were also concluded, and the Chills were to abandon their family names and start over in a land free from interference.
That and traditional qualities, and if it's not too far away, Fei Long can already ride it.
On the day the two travel, the Tors head out to drop off at the departure site of a flying dragon outside the city.
Because he left Dadan without a snack, the only other people I knew were the three former Heavenly Storm Alliance.
"I'm not well, Chita, Mr. Chill!
"I look forward to seeing you someday, somewhere."
"I didn't put it on Hiryu again - Ha no Ha!
Next to the women who verbally say goodbye, Thor reaches out and gives them a farewell.
"Hmm, that's about it"
"Oh my God!"
Standing there was Chita, rejuvenated by the appearance of a teenager.
To match my lost memory, I restored it back to the right body for that age.
Chill's eyes seemingly pop open to the look of her sister back when she was younger.
And at the same time, I notice my own changes.
"Oh, even my body..."
"Well, then."
"Ha-ha-ha, that's really... that's a really awesome magic trick. Oh, I'm heartily surprised. No, you can be really young."
"Now you won't have to worry, you'll start a new life. If you don't like it, you can put it back."
"No, what a thank you... I just sincerely appreciate it"
Chill, taking a breath, spinning his words with a sharp eye.
"Lord Thor, you once asked me to remember the sight I saw with this guy before."
"I remember you very well. I can't forget."
"That day, he spoke with unusual excitement. I'm sure you'll make it to that place someday and see what you can do about that big hole."
The leaving man whines his last words as he turns his back on the Tors.
"That's what I thought now, too. Mud Breaking Hero Hall"