As Cyclone read more and more books, they became increasingly fascinated by magic.

It should have been that way, but Cyclone couldn't find any trace of the past that Marcina mentioned in their memories.

However, Marcina still sat down, displaying an attitude that they were already accustomed to.

"The vampire also said, even if I try to explain to you, you won't remember... even knowing this, I still held onto a glimmer of hope..."

Cyclone thought the vampire referred to the Water Shrine leader.

However, who it was didn't really matter. The current issue was that Cyclone couldn't understand Marcina's feelings.

Rather, in addition to facing the threat of the Twilight King's death, Cyclone also had to deal with a series of issues like King Kakarl.

Now claiming to have forgotten a small detail about the past and making a girl sad. In truth, Cyclone didn't care.

Of course, if Marcina had a large chest, Cyclone's attitude might have been a bit better.

In the end, Cyclone could only choose silence.

And this choice led to Marcina's compromise.

"As you said, some things can indeed be skipped. For you, you don't have any memories at all."

It seemed that Marcina had understood Cyclone's thoughts, and Cyclone responded to the next statement.

"Although for me... they are the most precious memories..."

Cyclone knelt down on one knee and touched Marcina's head.

"I'm sorry, it's just..."

"I understand."

"No, I can promise you, when I have time, I will carefully recall our past."

"... "

Cyclone made a promise, and Marcina looked into Cyclone's eyes.

"At least, in this aspect, you haven't changed at all."

"Of course, I am still me."

Smiling, Marcina nodded.

"Well then, let's put it simply."

The two reached an agreement, and after a moment of contemplation, Marcina began to speak.

"My foster father passed away, and as my mentor in magic, I cast the 'Grand Magic' based on your theory."

With a serious expression, different from the girl that Cyclone knew, Marcina at that moment instilled a sense of trust in Cyclone.

"In the end, my foster father didn't resurrect, but the memories... the people of Plantain Village have gone back to a time without me..."

Cyclone pondered for a moment.

"So, because you used the grand magic, that's why I can't remember you?"

Marcina nodded in response.

"If you think about it seriously, you should not remember anything major that happened between year 496 and 497."

"... "

Cyclone tried to think, as Marcina said, all Cyclone could recall were habitual daily occurrences.

"However, there were never any major events in Plantain Village."

Marcina sweat slightly, as Cyclone was not wrong.

Nevertheless, in terms of the result, Cyclone got a satisfactory answer.

Cyclone stood up again.

"Indeed, it's much better to get to the point in conversations."

"For you..."

Although Marcina was a bit disgruntled, she proceeded to reveal some thoughts she had kept hidden.

"Afterwards, I went on a journey, and when I arrived at Kakarl, I helped a bullied child, and as a result, hehe..."

Tapping her own head lightly, Marcina amusingly glossed over her impulsiveness.

Of course, Cyclone already knew some details about what followed.

"Although I don't know what grand magic it was that was powerful enough to make the villagers forget about you, but don't worry..."

With hands on hips, Cyclone confidently declared, "The people of Plantain Village are a bunch of fools, maybe they'll think you went crazy, but they'll eventually accept you again."

"... "

Marcina also stood up.

"Your way of comforting... hasn't changed at all."

"Tsk tsk tsk~ It can't be helped, everything comes down to the chest!"

"Yes, yes..."

Marcina chuckled coldly and clapped her hands, expressing her helplessness.