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Episode 75

Trickle.

Blood flowed from the head that had struck the ground. Startled, Richard gasped, and Janet opened her eyes slightly.

"Are you—"

"Did you, drink something?"

"……What?"

"Did you, drink something……"

Janet, who had abruptly asked an incomprehensible question, let out a pained groan.

"Luna's, necklace…… investigate……"

Squeezing out the words with effort, Janet lost consciousness.

"Janet! Wake up, Janet!"

Even at Richard's desperate call, her closed eyes wouldn't open.

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Chapter. The Resolve to Find Her Memories

Alright, so it's this pattern again.

Janet accepted her current situation calmly.

Whenever there was an incident, something bad, or after getting hurt—she would inevitably have nightmares.

This time was no different.

The only difference was—

'Why am I conscious in a dream?'

She wondered if she might actually be in a coma.

No way.

'……I hope not.'

But honestly, she wasn't sure.

This incident hadn't been as minor as spilling hot water on herself.

The moment Richard's horse had bolted out of control—

She'd remembered the original work scene that had come to mind when she first entered the Academy.

The story that Richard would be injured so badly he couldn't take his graduation exam.

So this was that moment.

Janet calmly observed Luna's reaction. No matter how she thought about it, Luna was behind this.

Richard's condition had seemed strange—he would normally have remained calm even on a bolting horse.

It was like the time during her spar with Samuel when her body had suddenly grown heavy and unresponsive. Richard seemed to be in a similar state.

No, perhaps even worse.

'And the horse is charging toward Luna.'

Though she was pretending to be pale and frightened, Luna's body wasn't trembling. Only Janet, sitting right beside her, could notice.

Then, Richard, seeing Luna from atop the horse, wore a determined expression.

Only then did Janet become certain of why he'd been injured.

'In the original story, Richard sacrificed himself to stop the horse from trampling Luna.'

So that's why she'd pretended to be his sister.

Knowing Richard would risk his life for a sister he'd finally found.

'There must be something attracting the horse.'

According to Theo's information, Luna used Yuperion magic—so it was likely a magical tool.

Sure enough, Luna was clutching something in her hand.

That's it. That had to be it.

Janet snatched the object from Luna's hand without warning.

"Ja-Janet?!"

"H-how did you—!"

She could feel the horse's head turning to follow her hand. Janet pushed Luna away and sprinted toward an empty area.

She'd considered just throwing the object away, but if it landed near others, it would be a disaster.

More than anything—

'I have to save Richard……!'

The moment she resolved to do so, a sharp pain shot through her left wrist. White light seeped through the gap in her handkerchief.

Good.

She'd been waiting for this power to activate.

As the Blessed Phrase surfaced, her body felt lighter. Her senses sharpened, and people's movements seemed to slow down.

She didn't even need to think about how to move to save Richard.

Regardless of her will, her body found and followed the optimal path on its own.

After safely saving Richard, Janet saw Luna's face—a mix of anger and confusion.

Luna fidgeted with the necklace around her neck, anxiously watching Janet and Richard.

But—

'What is that……?'

Something black was scattering from the necklace Luna was touching.

It looked like the black ash—residue of Yuperion magic—that Theo had once mentioned.

'I told them to investigate the drink I'd had and Luna's necklace……'

She wasn't sure if she'd said it clearly, or if Richard had understood.

At that point, Janet had been quite disoriented herself.

'I wonder if they recovered the object I threw.'

That needed to be investigated too.

If Theo had been there, they could have handled it smoothly together—what a pity.

'So, what kind of dream is this?'

In the dream, Janet was endlessly riding in a carriage. Not just any carriage—a freight wagon.

She wasn't alone.

Several children were huddled together, sniffling. The dream version of herself seemed to be about their age.

After traveling for a long time, the wagon stopped near a thicket.

"Stay put and wait here."

The man who'd brought them warned harshly and disappeared into a nearby tent.

From beyond the tent came the voices of adults.

"What are we going to do with those children? What can we possibly do with such young ones?"

"Aren't we short-handed right now? For now, take them and place them where they can be most useful."

"Company Commander!"

"How dare you raise your voice! This is the military. We're in a state of war! You know insubordination is a serious crime during wartime, don't you?!"

"……."

At the man's shout, the other voice fell silent.

The children's sniffling grew louder at the adults' conversation. All the children here were between twelve and fourteen.

Though young, they were old enough to understand the situation.

They knew the orphanage director had sold them as child soldiers, and that they'd have to risk their lives on the battlefield from now on.

Young Janet bit her lip hard.

'I will survive.'

No matter what, she would survive.

Just like the word 'Salvation' engraved on her body, she would rescue herself from this hell and survive.

Young Janet roughly wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks.

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The dream ended there.

"……Ugh."

With a pained groan, Janet's eyelids fluttered.

Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks. Just like the young girl in the dream.

Now, Janet had no choice but to admit it.

'The dreams I've been having weren't just nightmares.'

She'd vaguely suspected as much. Some parts were too vivid to be mere dreams.

Yes—these weren't just dreams. They were fragments of lost memories.

'I never really cared about my memories before fifteen.'

She'd occasionally been curious, but she'd lived believing the present was what mattered. But now, it felt as if her own body was urging her to remember.

Otherwise, why would it keep showing her lost memories in dreams?

More than anything—

'Even back then, I had the Blessed Phrase.'

Even in the dream, set around when she was twelve or thirteen, she seemed to already possess the blessing of 'Salvation.'

So had she truly received it through prayer at age ten?

But then why had it remained dormant during her time in Graham, only to reemerge after entering Ludwig?

She couldn't find answers to anything, and the questions kept piling up.

There was only one way to find the answers.

'I need to recover my lost memories.'

What had happened to her before age fifteen, before she lost her memories?

Janet wanted to uncover that secret.

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"……"

"……"

"……"

"……"

"……"

In the suffocating silence, Janet's eyes darted around.

It was so quiet she wondered if even the sound of her blinking could be heard.

In the end, it was Janet who spoke first.

"I'm sorry for…… worrying everyone."

At her careful words, various reactions came from all around.

Theo let out a small sigh, and Julietta's eyes welled with tears.

Richard, head bowed like a sinner, said—

"It's all my fault."

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