Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 2



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＃Returner’s Notepad Episode 2

Rediscovery(1)

The political system of the country ‘Edsilla’ is a parliamentary system. At the same time, although there is equality, in reality it is only superficial and a strong class system still exists throughout society.

The position with the most authority in Edsilla is the ‘council member’ of the 99 seats, and this is because the election is made through politics, transactions, or secret struggles between noble families rather than voting.

Therefore, each member of the National Assembly, who can be said to be the representative of the nobility, is a pillar of the nation and the glory of the family, and the owner of the nation who controls them all and looks down from above is the ‘Chairman’.

… … A seat of power overlooking the sea and land from the highest point on the continent.

LIBRA, a millennial family, is trying to regain its position in the near future.

“The value for money for the diners is poor.”

A gloved hand turns the pages of a document. The simple gestures are sharp, and the cool tone is relaxed.

“sorry.”

On the other hand, the man standing in front of him is nervous. He keeps bending down, looking for the attention of the man who is likely to become the next head of the family.

“It’s not your fault. “How easy is it to find useful tools in a trash can?”

Libra has been operating a ‘nursery school’ under the family name for 200 years.

The idea is to gather orphans and illegitimate children who show signs of blooming in the “Spectrum” or who seem to have the talent to do so, and use Libra’s money to feed, house, train, and polish them into tools. In fact, it is the same as a welfare project that throws money into the air.

If you have a talent that will shine from the beginning, someone will snatch it away before you can hone it. In the end, all that remains will be trash and rocks.

“We can’t raise useless people forever. “It would be better to lead a camel in the desert or find pearls in the sea.”

Sweeping his blue hair, a symbol of his lineage, the eldest son, Zedric, flips through the pages of the register.

[Sion Askal… … .]

The names of the orphans were not even glanced at. As if it wasn’t worth taking even a moment of it.

“Eject everyone in the near future.”

Currently, Libra’s succession structure appears to be focused but also tense. These three people, the eldest son, second son, and eldest daughter, have been engaged in a tiresome tug-of-war for several years.

Of course, cause and time are on the side of the eldest son, Zedric, but the forces protecting the second son and eldest daughter are also formidable.

The only one who can be trusted, or at least the one who can’t be wary, is the youngest.

The point is that we cannot afford to waste our assets on something like this.

“Build up a cause of your own accord. “I will tell the matriarch when the time comes.”

Zedric ended the interview in his eldest son’s study. He turned his body around and sat down as if he didn’t even want to listen to his opposing opinions.

“… … yes. All right. “I will tell you that.”

Henry bowed neatly with the posture of a butler.

* * *

“… … Zion Ascal.”

Consultation room at the Libra Orphanage in the capital city of Edsilla.

A senior knight from my family calls my name.

“Sion Ascal.”

I look at him with slightly blank eyes.

Still, it doesn’t quite feel real.

“Sion Askal. answer!”

“why.”

“… … “Why?”

The knight frowned. Then I read the document containing my resume out loud.

“good. Enrolled in orphanage at age seven, brain tumor at age eight? Leukemia at the age of thirteen, Endex Magic High School at the age of fourteen… … Wait, leukemia?”

The voice, which was loud at first, gradually becomes quieter.

Well, a life like mine is not that common.

“hmm… … .”

The driver was silent for a moment, then spoke as if he had gathered his thoughts.

“Libra saved you. “You probably didn’t pay all of these hospital expenses, right?”

It’s a common misconception.

12 years ago, I thought so too, and was loyal to this damn family.

“It was treated with my father’s salary, severance pay, and death compensation.”

“father?”

“yes. Thank you very much. Of Libra.”

“… … .”

The knight’s face became vague.

I added something.

“A junior knight.”

“You didn’t even go to college?”

“yes.”

Then he nods his head as if acknowledging something. It seems like he is relieved.

This is because he is an engineer who graduated from college.

“Anyway. You’re 18 this year, right? “Isn’t it completely cured after all?”

“The bottles there.”

Although there is still one more serious case left, the rest have all been declared in complete remission.

“Okay then. “Is the spectrum blooming yet?”

Now that I see you asking about “spectrum,” I finally feel it.

That’s right, 2013.

Not 2025, but 2013, without any error.

I went back 12 years and came back to this damn time.

“answer.”

The knight urged, stroking his mustache.

“no.”

I shook my head. I gave the same answer 12 years ago, that is, before my regression.

In fact, it has already bloomed.

Not in 2012, but in 2010.

“still?”

However, I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t say anything.

Spectrum is your notepad! You can write a diary! You can write down the supplies so you don’t forget them, fuck.

“It’s useless. you.”

“Of course.”

Ugh.

The driver sighed and his expression changed to a solemn one.

“The family is very disappointed in you. This orphanage was not built for you to play and eat. Tuition, food, books, education fees, children’s pocket money, teachers’ salaries, etc. alone amount to 60 to 70 million Ren per year. “You didn’t pay any money here.”

The name of the mustachioed knight is not in my memory, but what he says next is still vivid.

It was quite shocking to my young mind.

“The daycare center will be closed.”

At this time, if it were me before, I would have widened my eyes. She must have been clutching the hem of her trousers, almost crying.

It seemed like Mustache was expecting that kind of reaction.

“… … Well, are you okay?”

“yes.”

But it doesn’t matter now.

“uh… … okay. Don’t despair too much. Because there is still a chance. Lord Zedric Soga is a very generous person.”

Sogaju. That choice of words is just funny. In fact, he probably didn’t even think about giving it to his parents.

Mustache said while playing with his mustache.

“I heard that there are about ten people, including you, who have the most potential at the orphanage, right?”

“Me?”

“You go to Endex, man. It’s a prestigious school that I couldn’t get into. “Anyway, we’re going to do something called a ‘match.’”

“… … Oh~”

I nodded.

Of course, this is a story you know. Because it’s a future I’ve already experienced.

“If you prove your talent, this orphanage will be able to survive.”

It’s a lie.

The orphanage will not survive.

I can’t do that.

“It’s a kind of skills test. If you’ve worked hard enough so far, we’ll recruit an opponent you can beat. “Are you okay?”

“yes. “That’s fucking reasonable.”

I answered right away and got up. It would have been a waste of time to continue.

“… … Fucking? “Fucking hell?”

I ignored the mustache trying to grab the pod and turned around and left.

* * *

“Libra Nursery”.

Not far from the city center of Edsilla, where the clear breeze of the forest and stream blows, this place is a welfare facility with 150 years of tradition.

As it is run by the great family Libra, the scale is quite large. The site is lined with most school-level facilities, including dormitories, restaurants, playgrounds, playgrounds, and parks.

“It’s 2012.”

Now that we have finished the meaningless interview in the counseling room of the orphanage in those memories.

I am sitting on a park bench and looking at the dark horizon.

“amazing.”

It’s amazing that I can see this night sky. It’s amazing that I can move my hands.

It’s amazing that I’m alive and breathing.

I’m sure I would have died sometime in 2025, not in 2013, but only a week ago when I felt it. My body would have been skewered by the werewolf’s barbed nails.

“Should I like it?”

I’m also curious.

Has there really been a regression?

No, even if I did, is this regression good for me?

I still have a disease in my body, and I’m not sure if I can overcome it with current medical technology.

Wouldn’t it just be a repetition of irreversible pain?

“Why now?”

For that reason, I have no choice but to complain to the living subject.

I saved him from drowning, but why did he save me so late?

… … Danjeon is strange.

I lifted my top slightly. There was a scar like a burn.

Evidence of damage to the lower abdomen, extending from slightly above the navel to the chest. Among the cancers that require treatment until just before death—Danjeonam.

Just a year ago, I didn’t have this cancer.

Come just one year earlier.

What a fucking dog.

“Hey Shion!”

Suddenly my name caught my ear. In the playground of the orphanage, a shirtless man was calling to me.

“Aren’t you training?! Didn’t you hear the news?! “If we don’t win against the mercenaries, our orphanage will disappear!”

“… … “Oh yeah.”

No need for training.

At that ‘match’, active knights disguised as mercenaries will come.

Even if you fall behind, you can’t win.

The orphanage will disappear, and the 700 people who grew up here will be scattered… … .

What will happen to ‘me’?

Before regression, I probably blamed myself. He thought that the abolition of daycare centers, the subsequent failures, and even Danjeon cancer were my fault.

I passed on all this insignificant talent that could not be helpful to Libra and all the bad luck that brings illness to myself, but I still wanted to live, so I stubbornly earned money by working as a delivery man or driver. After earning a living and being admitted to the hospital and fighting the disease——

I learned something.

That the family called ‘Libra’ is actually the culprit that ruined my entire life.

“Oh, it’s okay. Because the rest can win. Shion, that bastard is so fucking irresponsible these days!”

But what was his name?

Anyway, he runs. But the world is cold. Nothing can be solved by running well. If you fall while running, it only hurts you.

I buried myself on the bench.

I absent-mindedly opened “Notepad.”

There was a diary on the very first page.

“… … Is it really because of this?”

A diary that gives you a glimpse of the reason, ‘Why did we return to 2013?’

[February 14, 2013]

I’m going to write a diary starting today. I will record my every day. Why? Yesterday, I went to the hospital because I felt like I had a stomach ache, but they suspected I had Danjeon cancer, so they told me to go to a bigger hospital… …

Monday, February 14, 2013.

This was the first day I wrote a diary, although I had only written things to do for tomorrow, a list of supplies, and cheat sheets in a notepad. It was also the day I was diagnosed with suspected Danjeon cancer at the hospital.

Exactly that day is the point at which I returned from regression.

“Then the notepad helped you with the regression?”

The potential of “Notepad” was this much?

It’s hard to believe.

“Ugh.”

I turned off the diary. Then the screen changed to [File List].

[30 / 100]

■ diary

■ memory

For reference, this classification was made by me. My “notepad” has a lot of space, so if I don’t organize it regularly, it gets full.

Of course, it is never full. Just a bunch of letters –

“… … What’s 30, huh? “What is this again?”

But the space was too full, and I noticed a folder that wasn’t there before.

■ memory

memory.

I don’t remember creating a folder like this.

Where did it suddenly appear?

“memory… … “What is this?”

You remember? What do you remember? Where did you sell the target fish?

I first opened the folder.

└No title.

There was a file inside.

I also opened ‘Untitled’.

The method is simple. Be open inside – just think. Since it is a very simple spectrum, it is also simple to use.

‘Open-’.

The moment a thought occurred to me.

“-100 million?!”

Suddenly, Danjeon reacted. The deepest part of my body trembled.

“Tsk!”

A strong energy surged through me. It springs from the Danjeon and spreads into the blood vessels… … Feeling like your whole body is amplified?

I quickly turned off the power.

“what.”

Nevertheless, my body was already hot, and my blood vessels were red as if they were about to burst. She felt dizzy, as if things were spinning before her eyes.

“What on earth… … .”

I was dumbfounded, but soon a chill ran down my spine. Certain scenes flashed like flashes of light in my cold mind.

Before I return—that is, the moment ‘just before I die.’

“… … Perion?”

Then I chewed Perion. To be precise, it was the ‘mother womb’ of Perion, and a 100g crystal made by purely separating and compressing only the essence.

Immediately after eating it, the wolf’s claws pierced my throat, and when I opened my eyes, it was 2013.

So, what is this current phenomenon?

What is the reason why the perion I chewed and swallowed before returning seems to be ‘called’ into my body?

“memory… … .”

Folder ‘■Memory’ in 「Notepad」.

If I infer from the memory folder that I don’t remember creating.

“The notepad… … “I remember.”

Could it be that my “notepad” came to remember the Perion that I swallowed whole before I died?

Why is Perion also saved just like any file is saved in “Notepad”?

[30 / 100]

■ diary

■ memory

└No title

“What’s this.”

“Notepad,” which I always thought was an asshole. Any help in my life… … . There’s never been a time when I didn’t give it at all.

To be honest, there were times when I used it a lot, but it didn’t dramatically change my life.

That suddenly changed.

But why?

Was this also amplified by the influence of the Perion I ate before I died?

Or just suddenly? As a change of pace?

… … Whatever it is.

I mumbled, playing with my chin.

“The notepad remembers.”

Let’s add one sentence after that.

“If you remember it, you can recall it at any time… … .”

While touching my chin and thinking deeply, I edited the title of the file [．Untitled].

[30 / 100]

■ diary

■ memory

└Perion

It became worth seeing a little more.