The memories that he had lost, the memories of living in this world.
There must have been many painful things in them.
But mixed in, maybe there were also connections like this.
He had thought he never needed his past memories, absolutely never.
And even now, that feeling didn't really change, but even so, just a little… he felt it was a bit of a loss.
Because even if not as deeply as Somnus, someone in this world had still cared about him.
Truly cared.
If that's the case… maybe this world wasn't as awful as I thought…
With a small "I see," he answered Rufus, closed his eyes, and took another deep breath.
This world that he had wandered into from his original world… yes, he must have cursed it.
Never being able to meet the one precious person he once had again.
The people of this world who had forced him into being a sexual slave.
His own body that refused to die andforcing him to live for seven hundred years.
Everything.
But still, this world let him meet Somnus.
