Memoirs of the Returnee - Chapter 262



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The Regressor’s Notepad 262

Betrayal, Betrayal, Betrayal (5)

Knock knock knock knock─

Seagulls cried in the sky. The coastline was covered in glitter. The sunlight sparkled like shell patterns.

“… … .”

In this picturesque landscape, Jahanna looked at him.

He was a face he didn’t recognize, but he was mumbling words he knew all too well.

“You promised. Are you pretending to forget?”

“you…….”

Suddenly, the veil that had been covering Jahanna’s mind like fog lifts, and he grabs her wrist as if joking.

“There isn’t much time.”

“Is that you?”

“Yes. You were wandering around for a while. Don’t you remember? By the side of Lady Jahanna?”

“……ah.”

It only then did it occur to me.

The phrase engraved on the glass window, that this world’s Zion Ascal is fake.

A doctor who died suddenly while examining himself.

A gardener who was about to say something to me and ended up getting his neck cut off by a pair of garden shears.

The coachman, who was talking nonsense like “Doesn’t this world seem fake?”, suffered cardiac arrest from a kick from his horse’s hind leg.

In addition to that, there were countless traces and messages that seemed as if someone was trying to send them to him… … .

“yes.”

He smiled.

“It was all me.”

Jahanna’s heart was moved.

“It was to protect Princess Jahanna.”

“……this!”

She reached out and placed her hand on the guy’s cheek. Slap! So loudly that it made a sound.

“Huh.”

It must have been quite painful, because a dull sound came out of the gap between the teeth.

She asked urgently.

“If you are right, how are you still alive? You must be dead.”

“… … I’ll tell you later. I don’t have time right now.”

Then he handed over another plane ticket. Jahanna looked at it.

The destination is [BECKMAN].

“Get on this plane. This is the exit.”

“… …Beckman?”

“Yes. I have to go to Beckman.”

Jahanna received the ticket, but she was suspicious.

Can you trust him now?

Once again, another doubt is rising from the depths of my heart… … .

“It is my freedom to believe what I want.”

Jahanna summed it up in one word.

“yes.”

He nodded as if he agreed.

“To believe is freedom. To doubt is not freedom.”

Jahanna smiled and put the ticket in her arms.

“Okay. See you later.”

The driver got into the car, and Zion returned not far away.

The one with the face of Zion.

“Let’s go, my lord. The matter has been settled.”

He escorted himself confidently.

“… … Okay.”

Jahanna walked alongside him.

The place we arrived was a simple airport. There weren’t many people, and there were only two gates. The coastline reflected through the glass windows of the airport was beautiful.

“Here it is.”

Beckman pointed to a gate.

The destination is a resort called AMOC.

“… … .”

Jahanna stopped for a moment. She spoke to Zion, who was about to go in first.

“It brings back old memories.”

“… … ?”

He looked back.

“Was it 15 years ago?”

Jahanna took a moment to count the years.

It seems like I’ve been running like a wild horse for so long that I can’t even remember the old days very well.

“Probably, that was the first time I saw you.”

“yes?”

He blinked and asked again.

As if to ask what are you talking about all of a sudden.

“… … My lord. I will not be by your side for that long-”

“You were just a chaser. You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know what your purpose was. You were just a raw diamond with a lot of talent.”

Jahanna smiled as she recalled that moment.

“I was the same way. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what my purpose was. We were both young. We were clumsy.”

Suddenly his expression hardened.

He was a quick-witted guy, so he figured out what I meant.

“You were the first person to tell me what it felt like to have a ‘subordinate.’”

Jahanna took a step closer to him.

“I’ve been watching you the longest, so I already knew that you were changing.”

Zion Ascal looked at himself.

“At some point… … I knew you were changing.”

But to Jahanna, it was still Beckman’s face.

“Still, I wanted to believe you.”

I was sincere.

She wanted to believe.

Ultimately, it was because I didn’t want to throw away the time I spent with Beckmann.

“You are the one who has been with me the longest. There is no doubt about your loyalty.”

“… … .”

He said nothing.

Jahanna quietly closed her eyes.

“… … I think I said some harsh things to you.”

Those childhood days are blooming brightly.

“We’ve discussed operations together, figured out ways to screw Jedrick, and done some really stupid things together. Why, do you remember when we planned a bungee jump without a rope to torment Zia?”

A tiny smile appeared at the corner of Beckman’s mouth.

Of course, that guy must have thought of it too.

“Correct me.”

She took the ticket out of her bosom.

“To me, your value was great.”

It was an ‘exit’ ticket that I had just received from some guy.

“so…….”

Destination, [BECKMAN].

“I don’t hate the name written on this ticket.”

I’m saying that I don’t hate your name.

That means it can’t be done.

Beckman stood there blankly, looking at her.

“I’ll go first.”

She walked, past Beckman, to the gate on the other side.

Beckman watched her back from afar.

This time I didn’t hold on. I didn’t even hope for anything.

However──

“Jahanna, my lord.”

He called his lord’s name.

Jahanna looked back at him from the gate.

He put his hand on my face.

Thud- The mask was taken off.

Back in Zion, back to Beckman.

With that, I replaced some words.

“… … Beckman.”

Jahanna nodded.

I turned around again and walked towards [Beckman].

One step at a time.

Inside the gate… … .

* * *

Jahanna got on the plane. It was so small and cozy that you wondered if it could fly. There was no one on board.

She sat by the window.

I looked out the window with my chin on my hand.

“… … .”

I regret it.

Perhaps it was my inattention that led you astray.

All you wanted was a ray of interest, a few warm words.

If only I had cherished you a little more… … .

──Rustle.

There was a noise right next to her. Jahanna looked back and was startled.

It was Zion Ascal.

“Let’s go together.”

“… … .”

But is this guy really Sion Askar?

Could it be Beckmann again this time?

I still felt dizzy and laughed at myself for having such doubts.

“hmm…….”

She watched him carefully as he fastened his seatbelt.

I spoke to him as he leaned back against the back of the chair calmly.

“Hang gliding is cancelled.”

“… … ?”

He tilted his head.

“It’s okay to think that I’m not keeping my promise.”

Jahanna crossed her arms and looked out the window at the blue sea.

“However, it doesn’t seem right to enjoy a vacation after losing my old comrade.”

“Ah… … haha.”

He smiled instead.

“Yes, I understand. Please fasten your seat belt first.”

Jahanna raised her eyebrows and fastened her seatbelt.

“… … I’m sorry for being so lacking.”

“what?”

Jahanna asked back at the sudden remark.

He answered, facing Jahanna.

“Beckman asked me to convey it to you. I’m so sorry, it’s so lacking.”

“… … .”

Jahanna laughed in vain. Her mouth felt bitter for no reason. It was a strange taste, so she said it out loud.

“Like you, I was lacking too.”

Then he closed his eyes.

Just then the plane took off.

There, where the sound was coming from, Jahanna leaned against the seat next to her.

Quietly, I fell asleep.

* * *

… … 1 hour ago.

I saw Beckman. He was sitting blankly in the airport waiting room after seeing Jahanna off.

Like a businessman who has failed terribly, like a man who has lost a loved one, like a fool.

I walked over and sat down next to him.

“Why didn’t you chase after me?”

It was a question.

Beckman could have easily forced her to sit down.

Honestly, it was a very unexpected scenario.

“… … .”

Beckman looked back at me without saying a word.

But the life in his eyes was now dim.

“I thought you were dead.”

The words he spoke were quite brutal.

I shrugged.

“You should even be suspicious of death. If you’re a balancer.”

“… …If you weren’t here.”

Beckman muttered something ominous. It was a typical line from a villain.

“If only you weren’t here… … ”

But there was no hostility in his voice. There was only resignation and surrender.

Maybe it was envy.

I shook my head.

“Mr. Beckman, may I speak seriously?”

“… … .”

Beckman just stared at me silently.

It was meant to be a try.

“Even if I wasn’t there, Mr. Beckman would have done the same thing.”

That’s how the future is.

The reason Beckman goes berserk is not me, but Jahanna, who cannot show him human emotions.

“and…….”

Moreover, I did not know in what form this kidnapping took place.

Even before the regression, I only saw the phrase [Jahanna was kidnapped by Beckman], but there was no specific information anywhere.

because.

“She must have been murdered by Princess Jahanna herself.”

It was because Jahanna, who lived in a world without me, escaped on her own.

Because Jahanna in the world without me was not as weak as she is now.

As a more vicious, sophisticated and cruel sociopath, Jahanna would have killed Beckman without fail, rather than being swayed by the mere illusion of the barrier.

“… … You speak as if you are from the future.”

Beckmann found my confidence absurd.

I reached out to him.

“Let’s go out. Let’s go out and pay the price.”

If it were the current Jahanna, she might forgive him a little.

so-

“No. I’ll stay here.”

“……yes?”

I was a little embarrassed, but Beckman’s eyes were straight. It seemed like his mind had already taken root.

“It is the world I lived in with my lord.”

He explained his own reasons.

“I took his hand.”

The kind of attention I’ve never received in over a decade of service.

“We faced each other.”

A gaze that is not cold.

“I also saw a beautiful smile.”

Or, affectionate feelings.

Beckman felt it.

Even if it is not a heart directed towards oneself, even if it is a meaning limited to the outer skin… … .

“… … I want to be here.”

He made it all into a memory.

With such happy memories that I don’t want to let go and don’t want to leave.

“… … .”

I looked at him.

Sometimes, people who are too truthful end up being too out of line.

So there’s no need to pity him.

No one in this world has the right to pity him.

Because he is the one who commits the sin by himself and tries to pay the price by himself.

“yes.”

I got up from my seat.

“hey.”

Beckman called me in a relieved tone.

“Can you make my lord happy?”

happiness.

That word is a bit foreign to me.

“… … .”

I looked back at him.

He faced me and smiled faintly.

“Mr. Beckman.”

I cannot give you the abstract idea of ​​happiness.

however……

“I am a regressor.”

Suddenly Beckman’s expression relaxed. It was the first time in a long time that he looked like he was looking at a crazy person.

I continued to speak stubbornly.

“Before I returned, Princess Jahanna was defeated in the succession battle and was imprisoned for killing tens of thousands of people. She had to live out her life in the most dangerous Recordac.”

Before returning, Jahanna’s future was unhappy. At least, it was far from happy. She was betrayed by everyone she had commanded.

“That won’t happen anymore.”

That future will disappear.

Once she learns about emotions, she will begin to question everything she does.

Because you will feel hurt by everything you have been doing as if breathing.

In the end, you will have to give up the succession.

“… … How absurd.”

I left my own truth as a final gift, but he looked like he didn’t believe me.

Well, that’s true.

Even if someone said to me, “I’m a regressor too,” I’d think they were crazy.

“Go. I’m sorry for what happened.”

Beckman waved his hand.

“Do not send your lord alone.”

I bowed and stepped toward the gate through which Jahanna had walked.

“… … Shameless though.”

Beckman’s voice flowed from behind.

“Could you please tell me that you are sorry… … that I am so sorry that it is not enough?”

I didn’t look back at him.

The sky reflected through the airport window was bright blue. It was a very cozy sight considering that the barrier would soon close.

So I went through the passage and boarded the plane.

There was only one person sitting in the empty room.

She seemed lost in thought, looking out the window, but I sat down next to her.

She looked back at me, wincing.

Jahanna’s expression has somehow become richer.

I told her.

“Let’s go together.”