The Hero’s Brother Is Bound To Be Depressed

232 – The regressor’s answer

Eunice decided to buy dinner for me who came from far away. When I heard that they would take me to the most delicious place in El Dorado, I unconsciously got a little excited.

As we left the school gate side by side, Eunice walked along while kindly explaining the famous stores in El Dorado. He seemed to have arrived at his destination shortly. I couldn’t see the store, but I could see people standing in a long line.

“Looks like there’s a wait?”

“I told you. It’s the most popular place. “You can hold out for about an hour, right?”

It’s well worth waiting an hour to eat something delicious. Because I thought that cooking was more important than anything else to leave good memories of the city.

While waiting to enter the restaurant, Eunice asked many questions. Most of the questions were about club members or Transcendence. Because my scope of activity was centered around classrooms and club rooms, there were a few vague answers.

Finally, it was our turn, and Eunice and I opened the sliding door and entered the store. And without realizing it, I let out a nostalgic exclamation.

“uh… ?”

Most of the restaurants I went to so far were close to restaurants. But where Eunice brought me… She reminded me of a pork belly restaurant she used to go to often.

The tables inside the store were full of people. I sat down at an empty four-person table and looked around with nostalgia. The staff were busy moving between tables and grilling meat.

“how is it? “This is the most popular place these days.”

Eunice seemed curious about the capital’s nerd’s reaction. I smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

“Good.”

In response to the simple answer, Eunice pouted her lips and held out a menu to choose something to eat with me. I always feel this way, but why is a 2-person set called a couple set? We weren’t a couple, but since we were two people, we chose the couple set.

The inside of the store, filled with the smell of meat and delicious food, was noisy with people talking. She poured water into the cup in front of Eunice and told her about the problem she was thinking about.

“What if? “If you suspect someone is a regressor, how will you prove that person is a regressor?”

Eunice, who was eating the pre-served side dishes, shrugged her shoulders while eating the remaining seasoning on her chopsticks.

“Do I really need to prove it? “I think it would be better not to do anything dangerous that would turn the returner into an enemy.”

“What if it is not a bad relationship with the returnee, but a cooperative relationship?”

Eunice narrowed her eyes. The eyes look somewhat suspicious. Eunice asked, looking at me blankly.

“It doesn’t mean your secret has returned, does it?”

“… “It’s not like that.”

It’s not a lie. Because I wasn’t returning, I was being possessed. Eunice, who was studying my face as if observing, pulled her body back as the employee brought in the brazier.

“It’s hot. Be careful~”

When the employee disappeared, Eunice, who was holding tongs, immediately placed sausages and meat on the plate. Eunice was in charge of today’s baking. When I was told that I couldn’t leave my tongs to a friend who came from far away, I obediently obeyed.

Eunice said, putting down her tongs.

“I think the method will vary depending on how you go back, how far back you go, and various conditions.”

Certainly, the detail of thinking is different in the position of a strategist. Unlike me, who only thinks in a vague framework, the conditions are clear and the perspectives of thinking are diverse.

“Let’s say we regressed for about five years. “We decided that the returner would be a warrior who went through all kinds of trials to save the world.”

After hearing my explanation, Eunice frowned slightly, pondered, looked around, fixed her eyes on something, and said.

“Do you want a drink?”

I scratched my cheek as I was expecting an answer to the unexpected suggestion.

“I have to go back today, just a little bit.”

“Then let’s have a bottle of beer each. Hey, would you like to get it out of the magic refrigerator?”

I nodded and headed towards the magic refrigerator that Eunice pointed to. She opened the refrigerator door without thinking, but then she felt something strange and looked up. Her shoulders shrugged, startled by the green light hovering above my head.

When I returned to my seat with two bottles of beer, Eunice, who was looking at me with an amused expression, asked.

“Do you know what the light above your head is when you open the door?”

I thought about Eunice’s question for a moment. The light that suddenly appeared must be magic. It’s probably some kind of magic imprinted on the magic refrigerator.

“A magic where items taken out of the refrigerator are automatically written down on the order form?”

“Oh, that’s a good idea too. But you’re wrong. Here, the menu is the order form. There is a list of orders on the back of the menu. “There’s a magic to it, so from the moment we sit down at the table and touch the order form, it automatically fills out the order form until we leave the store.”

Eunice took out the order form next to the table to check. I nodded at the order form that said, “Additional two bottles of honey beer.” It is an amazing magic that has never been seen even in the capital.

Eunice said, focusing for a moment on turning the meat and sausages.

“The magic from a moment ago was a simple age confirmation magic. It’s a magic that checks whether the person serving alcohol is over a certain age. If it’s green, there’s nothing wrong. “If it’s red, you can’t buy it.”

Eunice asked, putting down her tongs.

“Do you know how age verification magic works?”

“No, actually, this is my first time hearing it.”

Eunice must have not expected my answer, so she scratched her head for a moment before explaining.

“There’s magic engraved on the door handle. “When you grabbed the handle, the magic was activated and it confirmed the age you had unconsciously imagined in your head.”

“I guess that’s why I felt strange.”

Somehow, I became more and more focused on Eunice’s words. He had a knack for making listeners interested. Eunice cut the ripe sausage with scissors and placed it on the plate in front of me, and continued her words.

“Magic is more powerful if it has a simple structure and a clear goal. That’s why destruction magic developed so much before the continent was unified. Because the purpose was simply to kill the enemy. Magic that simply confirms age also has power in the realm of the unconscious. “Because age isn’t a secret or something, it’s easier because there’s no unconscious rejection.”

Clearly, a strategist must know a variety of things. A lot of information shows Eunice various perspectives. I once again thought that Eunice could make up for what I was lacking.

The two of us played with our chopsticks in silence for a while. I was very happy to have Eunice and the delicious food. After feeling somewhat full, I took advantage of Eunice’s chopsticks slowing down to ask.

“But I think it will be difficult to find clear evidence that he is a returner with that magic.”

When I asked that question while drinking honey beer, Eunice explained with her mouth full of meat.

“Of course it’s difficult. The age magic over there is simply a magic that checks whether or not you are over a certain age. But you can find evidence in a similar way.”

Huhu – Without urging Eunice to blow on the hot meat and bring it to her mouth, I also waited while eating the properly grilled meat.

“As I said before, that’s why it’s important how far back in time the regressor goes. The past was 5 years ago when I turned 25. Even if you go back to the moment you were 20, you would unconsciously think of yourself as 25.”

Eunice looked at me as if I understood, so I placed the well-cooked meat on the plate in front of her and nodded.

“If you use the age measurement artifact developed by the Blue Magic Tower on a returner, there will definitely be a difference from his or her actual age. However, considering the special nature of being a regressor, there is a possibility that the subconscious mind also has defenses. “If we add artifacts or artifacts that can confirm lies along with the age measurement artifact, it can become clear evidence to find the contradictions of the regressor.”

There was something that occurred to me in Eunice’s explanation. This is the golden cup used at the Modest gathering.

It is a relic that fills an empty glass with wine when you raise a glass and say what you think is true. If you tell yourself what you think is a lie, your cup becomes empty. If we use it, wouldn’t it be possible to reveal that Roel is a regressor?

While I was thinking about that, Eunice stopped playing with her chopsticks and said.

“If there really is such a thing as a regressor, you have to be careful. “Even if we have the same goals, we have to think very carefully about partnerships.”

At Eunice’s words, my chopsticks stopped in midair.

“why?”

“Think about it. The regressor must have returned with some goal. “That goal becomes a blind goal in the life of a returner who never gives up, no matter what hardships come his way.”

Eunice said, tapping the empty beer bottle on the table.

“Imagine that the goal of the regressor is to destroy this beer bottle. We won’t understand. Why are you breaking this beer bottle? What is this? It’s just one of many beer bottles. Of course, they will ask for an explanation or try to persuade you to come to your senses. But the regressor will blindly destroy this beer bottle. “He will do whatever it takes, even if it means hurting the person who stands in his way.”

Suddenly, triathlon came to mind. Contrary to what Eunice said, the members waited until I explained. But that was because they had faith that I would explain.

“Even if we have the same goal as the hero who went back 5 years with the idea of ​​saving the world using a better method. The method has to be different. Because the regressor will think that the previous method was wrong. Because of this, even if the returner’s actions are said to be a disaster for us, we cannot be persuaded in any way. “For a regressor, that action is the only correct answer.”

Eunice added, twisting one corner of her mouth.

“In the end, we just end up being dragged around by the returner’s blind goals under the vain pretext of cooperation.”