The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed

228 – The girl I once loved

Thanks to the healing of the wound with a potion, there was no scar left on the forearm. After the treatment, I immediately left the ward with Luna and returned to the club room. Because it was late, there was no one in the club room.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was late, close to the dormitory curfew. But Luna seemed to have no intention of going back. Although she had a very curious face, she stayed by my side without asking anything about my worried expression as I sat on the sofa.

Thanks to Luna’s consideration, I was able to fully focus on the problem. Why did I write the word ‘Roeli’ on my forearm? No matter how much I thought about it, nothing flashed into my mind.

If we had to guess by dissecting the word, it might be related to Roel. But we can’t be sure because of the one word that follows it. I felt a sense of frustration, as if my heart was being clogged with unresolved questions. She wiped her face once with a sigh.

The reason I punched the wall may have been simply because I couldn’t hold back my sudden anger. Or maybe it was a desperate struggle to avoid losing something.

There is no clear evidence that the words carved into the scar on my forearm were done by me rather than someone else. The possibility that someone tried to manipulate me, who had lost my memory, should not be ruled out.

In order to resolve the questions, I felt the need to organize them one by one. First of all, I had to prove that I was the one who caused the wound on my forearm. The wound is made with a sharp object. The types of objects that can cause that kind of damage are few and clear.

I have a space warehouse that I can open anywhere. If I really had carved the letters on my forearm, the evidence would have remained there. I raised my hand and opened the space warehouse. As expected, the prediction was not wrong. He took out the purple dagger he had received from Estelle.

I felt Luna, who was guarding my side, flinch as if she was startled by the blood-stained dagger. I silently stroked the blood-stained side of the dagger with my fingertips.

Just as warm food stays the same over time when you put it in a space warehouse, the blood on the dagger did not harden but gave a sticky texture and came out on the fingertips. This made it clear that it was I who engraved the word Roeli. Even if someone manipulated my memory and forcibly engraved the letters, they wouldn’t have been able to insert the dagger into the space warehouse.

“Luna, do you know the word Roeli?”

Luna, who was staring blankly at the blood-stained dagger, came to her senses at my question and shook her head slightly.

“This is my first time hearing this. But… .”

Seeing Luna pursing her lips and looking like she was hesitating about something, I reached out and held Luna’s hand. Luna tilted her head slightly to look at her clasped hands and spoke in a voice full of hesitation.

“If you don’t have Ross’ memories… “Isn’t this something related to Ellie?”

“Ellie?”

I frowned and asked back without realizing it. Even when I look back on my memories, nothing comes to mind when I think of the word Ellie. To be honest, the very word Ellie out of my mouth felt unfamiliar, as if it were a foreign language I was hearing for the first time.

When I tilted my head with a puzzled look, Luna’s clasped hand gave strength. Luna said with a determined look on her face.

“You’re Ross’s childhood friend. Ellie, head of first year and head of the Ministry of Magic.”

I looked at Luna, wondering if it was a joke. Is it possible for Ross to have friends in his gloomy, inferiority complex life? If there is such a person, I would like to praise her as a good person with a lot of sympathy.

“Are you my childhood friend? Are you kidding me… .”

For a moment, a strong sense of discomfort passes through my body. My whole body doesn’t move, as if struck by lightning. It feels as if the signals my brain is sending are messed up. Thanks to this, my heart started pounding.

“I-I don’t know anyone like that… ! “The only friends I have are the members of the Messiah club.”

I broke through the shell of oblivion and felt as if intense emotions were weighing down my entire body. I feel nauseous. It is similar to the feeling of insects crawling on the skin.

Out of instinctive repulsion, I tried to suppress that feeling somehow. But Luna held my hand tightly and spoke in a soft voice as if to tell me not to do that.

“Ellie is someone Ross once liked.”

Luna’s words became a heavy hammer, breaking the tightly sealed shell of oblivion. The memories that flowed out painfully tore through my brain. As the fragmented memories came back into place, I groaned as I bent down from the burning pain in my brain.

Roelly.

I remembered. It was a nickname fans used to call Roel and Ellie together.

[Restrictions have been activated.]

Because I recalled Ellie’s memories, the restrictions I had placed were activated. As if I had climbed a mountain at a high altitude, one of my lungs was crushed and it felt difficult to even breathe. But her mind spins quickly and she demonstrates her abilities. Her recovered puzzle pieces began to fit together in all sorts of places.

I slowly raised my head and looked at Luna. That alone makes my turbulent emotions calm down. It seems that Luna has the ability to provide psychological stability just by being by her side.

I had a strong urge to quickly put together the clues that came to mind, but first of all, I was grateful to Luna for reminding me of memories about Ellie, with whom I had a bad relationship.

I thought that I should say thank you when I still feel grateful, so I said this to Luna, who was looking at me with worried eyes.

“Thank you for reminding me of Ellie. It may be shameless to ask you one more favor. “Will you stay with me until I find the answer?”

At my request, Luna nodded eagerly as if it was obvious. It won’t be long before I forget her memories of Ellie again. Such is the nature of the ability called the Blessing of Oblivion.

However, with Luna, even if you don’t remember Ellie again, you will be able to remember what kind of conversation you had. Even if you forget the reasoning process, you can still get results.

I spoke in a cautious voice.

“I remembered why I got the word Roeli tattooed on my forearm.”

Luna opened her eyes wide and waited for my words. I said, lowering my voice.

“I left a warning about Roel.”

***

A few hours ago.

After talking with Rosaline, I foolishly planned to rush to Roel and confess everything out of the joy of having an unexpected ally.

I didn’t have any doubts. I know Roel best in this world. What felt unfamiliar was simply confusion due to the difference in time. The Roel a few years later is also the Roel I know. A noble hero who will save the world. He is the most trustworthy person in this world, along with Nelson.

If Roel has returned, he will naturally be looking for a way to save the world before the Demon King descends on this world. He thought that revealing everything and putting heads together was the way forward for everyone.

But I continued to feel an inexplicable sense of discomfort. Every time I took a step, I felt a pain piercing my heart as if warning me.

In my head, I couldn’t shake the feeling that if Roel was a regressor, there was something that couldn’t be explained. She had no memory, no evidence, just a feeling, but it bothered her immensely, like a small thorn stuck in her finger.

As I shook my head roughly and tried to take another step, a memory suddenly and vaguely came to my mind. I don’t remember the details, but it’s a nightmare I had one day.

A nightmare that sold its soul to the Demon King, but ultimately died at the hands of Roel.

I wondered why that came into my mind. And questions meet thoughts and present more questions. The only thing I wanted intensely in my dreams. What on earth did you think Roel had stolen from you? No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t remember it.

To resolve the question, I headed into an empty hallway and took out the settings book. And I checked the scene where Ross first appears. The setting book was covered in everywhere, as if someone had painted it black.

There were also some differences from my memories. Roel’s heroines in the setting book were not four, but five. Although one name was blacked out and not visible, there were clearly five heroines of Roel.

Why is there no memory of one heroine at all? It looks like the film was cut in the middle and stitched together exquisitely. I didn’t even feel the gap in my memory until I recognized it.

Using the information about the last heroine recorded in the setting book as a clue, I headed to the Ministry of Magic dormitory. He clearly remembered participating in the triathlon with his freshman year’s senior, but he had forgotten who that person was. Why did I forget those memories?

After waiting outside for a while, I was able to find the same girl described in the setting book leaving the dormitory alone. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I ran out and blocked the girl.

Black hair grown to shoulder length, skin transparent enough to show veins. The girl with beautiful eyes resembling obsidian was walking with her head down, but when she noticed my presence blocking the path, she raised her head.

Their eyes met in the air. No one spoke first. They simply stood still in the middle of the hallway, looking at each other with observational eyes.

It is not a look full of surprise or wariness towards strangers. Rather, the girl had an expression close to emotionlessness, unable to feel any emotions. The girl, who held me in her obsidian eyes for a moment, finally tried to pass me by.

My mouth didn’t drop. I had something to ask, but for some reason my tongue felt swollen in my mouth. Emotions fluctuate with anxiety. She had no choice but to let her go.

A girl passed me. And when the sweet scent passed by the tip of my nose, I felt an imbalance, as if my body was out of balance, and stumbled due to a strange, twisting sensation.

What is this incomprehensible feeling? I don’t know what it means, but I unconsciously muttered as I turned and saw the back of the girl walking away.

“… “Ellie.”

The words that come out of my mouth are unfamiliar. An ominous feeling arises, as if I said something I shouldn’t have said. The regret of saying something meaningless came to me later.

But my muttering stopped the girl in her tracks. The face of the girl who turned to me was no longer emotionless. For the first time, I realized that so many different emotions can be revealed on a person’s face.

The eyes, which resembled obsidian, seemed to shine beautifully like jewels thanks to the tears that were filled with tears. The girl approached me at a slow pace. Only then did I realize that the sweet scent I could feel from her was her strawberry scent.

The girl smiled calmly, pressing the corners of her mouth as if to suppress tears.

“Ross.”

For some reason, when I heard the girl’s voice calling my name, I felt a strange urge to smile as hard as I could.