Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Family (4)

I sat blankly on the grass floor. Young Yeriel had long since disappeared, but her memories were still here, and the wind and sunlight regularly swayed around me.

“I don’t know…”

I looked into this world with [Understanding] to calculate the concentration of magic power, but something was unnatural. The problem was not with this memory but with me. It felt like some of the characteristics had disappeared, and I couldn’t feel the Psychokinesis that was engraved in me.

“Hmmmm…”

I stroked my chin as I pondered.

“Oh!”

I raised my index finger at the thought that suddenly arrived.

“What if only my soul came?”

The security mechanism kept my body somewhere so that only my soul – or consciousness – flowed into this record.

“The reason that I am this free, and that I can’t feel the Psychokinesis engraved on my body…”

If that hypothesis was true, then this was right. However, in that case, the problem was where my body was. Trapped in Yeriel’s memory, I couldn’t do anything…

At that moment.

Whoooosh-

The wind picked up, and I sensed a flare of magic concentrated in the middle of a group of bushes near me. I stared at them blankly.

“What?”

Mana fluctuated around them before forming a door. It was a door.

“…Is it safe passage?”

Like the wonderful ‘Anywhere Door’ of the famous gadget cat on Earth, I tilted my head as I walked over and opened the door. Inside was…

* * *

…30 minutes ago.

Yeriel, diving into the frame, felt as if her entire body was shrinking. At the same time, her mind grew hazy. She almost fainted, but when she noticed the bizarre sight before her, her eyes went wide. Electricity surged up through her spine.

“What the…?”

Her hand. That palm, all the way to the joints of her fingers, was small. Too, too small

“What ish thish!”

The moment she said that Yeriel realized that her tongue and voice were not normal either.

“Unbelievabou…”

She reached out and touched her face. It was puffy and chubby like a bun.

“…What’s wlong? What, what ish this?!”

She screamed, and cold eyes looked down upon her.

“You. Be quiet.”

…It was Deculein. Precisely, it was young Deculein. However, his neat appearance and cold attitude were still there. That aristocratic posture was no different from the present version.