[The 'World-Building Word' is annoyed, asking if he really needs to hear the answer to know that.]

[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all creation' feels sorry for him because he has low self-esteem.]

['The Scales of Justice' gives you a choice of dialogue to strike hard, saying that now seems like a good time to attack him.]

[1. You are my first love.]

[2. A handsome man’s face being damaged is a loss in his worldview.]

[3. Do you want to get married?]

[4. Because I am your destiny.]

... ... There is no perfect example. But if I had to choose, I think number 4 is the best. Let’s modify it a little.

“Because I’m on your side.”

“.......”

Tesilid didn't respond for a while. No, he couldn't.

Because every now and then, as if trying to suppress something that was bothering him, he would tense his chin and turn his head to the side repeatedly.

Again, again, he acts so affectionately like this.

Every time in front of me.

So if the way I look at you now is different, it's entirely your fault.

[I am satisfied with the success of the conquest of 'The Scales that Judge Souls'.]

[I am disappointed that the 'balance-tuning cynic' fell for such a predictable line, and I wonder if the difficulty level is F.]

A moment later, when Tesilid faced me again, his face was completely emotionless. He made a small excuse, perhaps thinking that he had violated the temperance that was a virtue of a paladin.

“I’m not like this normally.”

know.

“It’s only in front of you.”

I didn't know that.

Tesilid, who passed by without a care in the world and made my heart beat, asked me a question that I was curious about.

“Eilet, what happened to you?”

"me?"

“Ever since I started my regression, the world... seemed to have completely erased you.”

"ah."

“Does this also have something to do with my ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ regression?”

"that......."

Information related to his regression is of utmost importance to him, and even the smallest clue will be of great help.

So, I guess I need to explain this question, but how?

Is it okay to say that I am a being from outside the world of regression, and that only the axis of regression, which is the exception, remembers me?

He couldn't hide his embarrassed and perplexed expression. It wasn't his intention, but it made Tesilid back off.

“If it’s difficult, you don’t have to say anything.”

“......Aren’t you curious?”

I was surprised that he could readily give in.

After a brief hesitation, Tesilid answered honestly.

“I’m curious. Very curious.”

“But why?”

“It’s not the truth I want to hear. I don’t want to pay any price for it.”

"cost?"

“I don’t want to cause you any trouble, even if it’s small... and if it’s big... if by any chance the truth is taboo in the world and I have to lose something in exchange for hearing it....”

“.......”

“I don’t want to do that.”

The gaze he had on me was deep. I could sense that he was afraid of loss. Against me.

“Didn’t you come to me because you wanted a clue about regression?”

But to endure a question like a terrible thirst just because you are afraid of paying a price that may or may not exist? Isn't this a reversal of roles?

This time, Tesilid answered honestly.

"I don't know."

“.......”

“I just... missed you.”

“.......”

I met his gaze, which was aligned neatly. I felt strange.

The voice, the meaning, seemed to resonate directly in my heart, not my ears.

This time, he didn't seem to be making a particularly affectionate expression, but I couldn't understand why I felt sad again.

At that moment, Tesilid brightened the mood with a gentle smile.

“Still, I’m glad. Because I remember you.”

“.......”

“I’m so glad that in this world, at least I’m not forgotten.”

“.......”

He must have decided not to give me any room to escape from my sadness or longing.

I was forced to make a confession of conscience.

“Tesilid, just now.”

"just now?"

“It was the perfect time to ask if she was upset.”

“......?”

Make sure you regret it later, Reed.

As I looked at Tesilid's face, which was filled with amazement, my heart finally began to calm down.

I picked up the thread of the conversation that had been interrupted for a moment. It was a chance to think seriously about this dreamy world that I had copied from Episode 17.

“I see. So you’re the only one here who remembers me, Tesilid.......”

Through the meeting between Hesti and Ipale, I briefly experienced a sense of alienation that extended to my mother, father, older brother, Bianca, and grandfather.

A world where all my loved ones have forgotten me. If this were reality and not a dream, it would have been hard to handle.

My face, which had become expressionless after a moment of deep thought, seemed to have worried Tesilid too much. He suddenly placed his hand over the back of my hand.

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“.......”

“Don’t think too deeply. Just think about what you see. Right now, there is only me in front of you, and I remember you.”

“.......”

“So it’s okay, Eyelet.”

I should say that I'm okay, but for some reason I don't want to reject this comfort. Maybe I feel like a child who pretends to be sick in order to take a bite of sweet medicine.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that this dream world was made up of a strange love triangle.

Tesilid, who alone remembers all the timelines in the world.

A world that only remembers me.

I know the Tesilids of all timelines.

... ... This place, where I, Tesilid, and the world are intertwined like this, is also a recreation of the 17th timeline.

Tesilid went through all that alone. Without my presence. Without his one and only understander.

Then, on the 100th episode, I met 'me'.

Now I think I understand a little bit what Eyelet Rodelin means to Reed.

Still with the warmth of the tesilid on the back of my hand, I smiled the brightest smile I could muster.

“It was good that you came here.”

I'm glad I found out about his 17th episode.

I'm glad I was able to understand him.

"huh."

Tesilid seems to have been interpreted differently, though.

He took his hand away, as if relieved that my mood had improved, and continued the conversation.

“I like this cabin too.”

Tesilid slowly turned around. What caught his eye was two small birds flying in through the wide open window.

The boys often ran around the window sill together or pecked at the reddish hawthorn berries.

Judging by their affectionate appearance, the occasional chirping sounds might be a serenade from the window to each other.

This lovely and peaceful scene is probably just what Tesilid likes, for this is a dream that rolls on, using his consciousness as a resource.

He watched for a long time, as if he was completely absorbed in the 'ideal peace' he had created. So during that time, I had a great time looking at the side profile of the handsome man.

It was beautiful how his eyes softened and formed deep curves without him even realizing it.

“This place... seems really peaceful.”

Tesilid spoke with his eyes still fixed on the window. It felt more like an unconscious impression than a topic being brought up.

"I know."

Let's answer lightly and he starts to reveal his honest thoughts without filtering them.

“I feel like I don’t care about what’s going on outside.”

"that's right."

“It’s amazing to think that there is such a peaceful life.”

"huh."

“If it’s okay with you.......”

“.......”

“I wonder if it would be okay to continue living like this.......”

He hummed in a relaxed posture, his chin resting on his hand. His aquamarine eyes, filled with bright sunlight, narrowed as if they were about to close.

The relaxed appearance was like that of a full white cat before it takes a nap.

On the contrary, I was blinking my eyes wildly because I had come to my senses from what Tesilid had said a little while ago.

“Over there, Tesilid.”

“Yeah, Eyelet.”

The soft answers that come out naturally are obviously defenseless. It seems like a suitable situation for interrogation.

“As long as I’m okay, will I continue to live like this?”

"......uh?"

"together?"

“.......”

The tesilid hardened.

[‘Creative Economy Manager’ prepaid... ...!]

Oh, I got it, just stay a minute!

[The 'Creative Economy Manager' stops chatting.]

“.......”

“.......”

For some reason, I was unusually persistent at this point. I forgot to blink and watched him intently.

After a while, his time, which had stopped, seemed to start moving again, and he showed a reaction.

The hand that was resting my chin slipped and fell.

“That, that is......!”

"huh."

“That’s, that’s why.......”

“Yeah.”

“No, I.......”

“Ugh.......”

For a long time, not a single word of value came out of his mouth.

It didn't matter. After all, facial expressions spoke louder than words.

"ah......."

Tesilid Argent, who was floundering with a face that was a mixture of embarrassment, shame, confusion, and a little resentment and regret. He eventually gave up on making excuses.

A breeze mixed with flower petals blew into the house. He shook his silver bangs lightly, revealing his straight forehead. Thanks to this, his reddened nape stood out even more.

It seemed as if he was having difficulty even looking at me, as he quickly covered his eyes with his large hands.

It's harder to pretend not to know when you have such an honest reaction. Now that I'm sure, it's had a little effect on me.

'Somehow it's so... ... .'

It was so hot. I had to fan myself with my hand and even put the back of my hand on my cheek to cool it down.

[The 'Libra that Judges Souls' throws a wild party.]

[The 'eye that watches over the chaos of all things' cries and tells us not to get excited.]

First of all, Tesilid was so flustered right now that I thought I shouldn't be flustered too.

Let's try to get through the situation calmly, lightly, and with a joke that seems like nothing special.

“Hey, show us your experience. This is your 17th time.”

"......that!"

Could it have been counterproductive?

He instinctively took his hands away from his face and raised his head, and his expression was clearly aggrieved. It felt like I had tormented him.

The spokesperson stepped forward, feeling sorry for him who only washed his face with dry soap to the point where it seemed as if his facial skin was being peeled off.

[The Scale of Justice argues that maturity is determined by quality, not quantity, of experience.]

That's a great saying.

... ... I thought so.

[The 'Inspector of Weather Leakage' informs us that the words spoken by Tesilid in Episode 117 were stolen.]