Chapter 47

The world went dark.

I thought in the darkness.

'It wasn't possession, but regression.'

It wasn't a dream, not the dream shown by the Holy Grail, but my own memory.

I had a hunch about why I couldn't remember this.

'The Holy Grail that claimed to lift the curse.'

I was cursed.

The Holy Grail lifted my curse, and my memory returned.

As the curses that remained within me gradually melted away, my memories filled the void.

The surroundings were filled with fragmented memories, like a movie reel.

The film unrolled before my eyes.

As I walked through it, a few scenes entered my mind one by one.

"Elliot. This child's name is Elliot. Tell him his mother is sorry, so very sorry."

"......"

The hand that landed on my shoulder as I was just born.

From the part where the hand touched, a pattern like chains spread.

I was cursed as soon as I was born.

To prevent me from manifesting my blessing.

"It was you. You put the paralytic in Balzak's water."

"No, it wasn't me...! I just shared my water with Balzak because he was thirsty!"

"Enough. I was foolish to drink the water you gave me."

The relationship between Balzak, Joshua, and I deteriorated due to misunderstandings.

The day before the match, Balzak took the paralytic.

Despite knowing his body was not well, he still participated in the match and Geoffrey's sword pierced his shoulder.

The twins thought the paralytic was in the water I gave to Balzak.

I was wronged, truly wronged...

'Who put the paralytic in my water?'

[Soon I will come to see you. Happy birthday, Elliot.]

It was the letter my father sent me on the day he died.

It seemed he thought he could express himself freely now that I was 2 years old.

But the letter never reached me.

The enemy attacked before the letter could be sent.

The moment I faced the enemy, my father's curse manifested.

My father died, pierced by countless swords.

"Was it you who revealed the location of Monsieur Debussy's residence?"

"I, I... I am the administrator of our castle...! I never imagined you would change your appearance!"

"Foolish...! What kind of administrator asks the direct line for the location of a nobleman!"

I seemed to have tried to win my grandfather's affection.

I fell for the trick of the disguised spy and revealed Monsieur Debussy's location.

Because of that, Monsieur Debussy died, and my grandfather stared out the window every day with a pale face.

All these scenes flew in as words.

The words swirled around me.

They flew past me, combined with each other, and formed sentences.

Sentences gathered into paragraphs, and paragraphs formed a novel.

The novel flew into a giant screen and settled.

And...

<Elliot Astra>