178 [3-35] Theyre all eroding beaches. (1/2)

The entire pavilion of the other space was already in an ambiguous state, as if the walls and floor had become one.

Miarandze staggered through the place where he would not even be able to tell the difference between up and down unless he stepped firmly.

There were unidentifiable objects strewn about that seemed to have been furniture.

He followed the path he had taken to ...... the kitchen where Rene was supposed to be lying.

Are you okay, Rene?

As he entered the room, Miarandze stopped.

He saw a small back. Rene had pulled himself up.

Her back was covered with lustrous silver hair, like a waterfall in the moonlight.

The untied bandage was covered in blood, but underneath, the flesh was white, soft and smooth, with some blood stains, but not a scratch or even a scar.

Are your injuries ...... healing?

I'm fine, Miaranse. I'm sorry to have bothered you.

You've recovered your ...... memory?

Yes.

Rene's voice was quiet and blatantly tearful.

”Renai ......

Leave me alone for a moment, Miaranse ......

I was just having a bad dream. ......

Miaranse was simply speechless.

While exploring this strange house, René had forgotten the whole tragedy.

It was more like a 'happy dream'.

However, Miarandze felt that he could understand why he dared to call it a ”bad dream”.

Because the moment you remember everything and wake up, you must despair.

The moment you remember everything and wake up, you must despair.

I remembered that my mother, who had been waiting for me to come home, was long dead ...... and had been murdered.

He was told to leave her alone, but Miaranse asked herself if that was enough.

Would he really want to be comforted or would he end up hurting her?

Miaranse didn't know what Rene was thinking at this moment, so she didn't know.

--I didn't know anything about Rene. ......

I admired him, I believed in him, I was going to serve him, but I didn't understand him.

I was going to admire him, believe in him, and serve him, but I didn't understand him. As a vassal, all I had to do was follow René's lead.

But that wasn't good enough, Miaranse thought.

Unfortunately, he realized this too late.

Rene, who had been squealing in a hushed voice, eventually stood up.

”...... Sorry to keep you waiting.

Instead of a sobbing, wet, soggy face, it was the cold, calm expression that Miaranse was used to seeing.

--Maybe I just magicked away the tears. I think I just magically removed the tears.

Miaranse felt a slight movement of magic.

Call it vain, call it slothfulness.

”I suddenly got my powers and memories back just now.

Mehranze, is that you?

”Yes. I've found a way out. And ......

I've defeated the elves who formed this space and were trying to harm the princess.

All by yourself?

You're the only one?” Miarandze was not pleased to see Rene's surprised look.

He was proud of the fact that he had done the impossible for René, when he had only been able to rely on René for everything and entrust him with his dreams. I was proud of that.

I owe it all to Rene. I feel stronger when I think of you.

”Well done. You've changed your name to .......

Oh!　Uh, this is .......

They made me change my name, and it never came back.

If a vassal calls out to his lord in a casual manner, he could be executed.

But before he could even think about the 'disrespect', Miaranze felt lonely.

He was in awe of Rene, far, far away. It was an unexpectedly fresh and moving experience for him to be so close to her, to be able to rely on her for protection.

And most of all, he could feel Rene's presence close to him.

For a moment, Rene seemed to be sulking.

It's okay, I gave you the order in the first place. I don't care what you call me.