Personality V: I will save everything

"Uh..." Kreacher covered his head and sat up from the bed, "Where is this place?"

Kreacher rubbed his temples vigorously, feeling as if he was hungover.

When his head began to wake up, the first thing he regained was his sense of smell. Kreacher smelled the smell of alcohol on his body. It seemed that he must have drank last night.

Kreacher subconsciously wanted to get up and look for water, but as soon as he sat up, his head felt dizzy and tingling.

He seemed to have remembered something, kid? How many children?

Kreacher shook his head. He didn't understand why several children suddenly appeared in his mind. These children were... wait... who were they? ! No, who am I? ! Why am I here? !

Kreacher suddenly realized that he had no memory of what happened before. He only remembered that his name was Kreacher, and he didn't even know where this place was or where he was.

If you say this is a symptom of a hangover, then that would be too exaggerated. I have never heard of anyone drinking too much and losing their memory. !

Kreacher sat on the edge of the bed, trying his best to recall his previous memories, but the only result was a stinging pain in his head, and then he saw the images of those children again, and then there was nothing.

There was no other way. Kreacher could only start thinking about why he would think of those children as soon as he started to recall them. He didn't even know them, but...

From the fragments of memory, Kreacher was certain that those children knew him.

And there was even a scene where Kreacher took a pot of food and gave it to the children.

There is also a fleeting scene of Kreacher holding a dirty, tattered doll and handing it to a little girl among them.

But the strange thing is that the backgrounds of those memories are all very dilapidated places without exception, but here I am...

Kreacher looked around. It was obvious that the scenery in the surrounding room did not match the fragments in his memory. What was going on? !

Just when Kreacher was in confusion...

"Dang-dang-dang...dang-dang-dang!!!" A rapid knocking sound reached Kreacher's ears. His room door was knocked, and it was obvious that the person who knocked on his door was very anxious. He even paid attention. There was no answer until I got to the room, and I even felt like I was banging on the door.

To open or not to open?

Kreacher fell into thinking...

But soon, Kreacher couldn't think anymore because the door to his room was knocked open.

The person who came was a blond-haired guy. Judging from his age, he was probably less than 20 years old. He was wearing aristocratic clothes, but there were strange red wine stains on his clothes.

At least judging from the appearance, this guy must have been drinking last night.

This was the conclusion Kreacher came to in his mind.

"Oh, thank God, he's still alive." The guy who opened the door looked up and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Kreacher, a living person.

The strong man wanted to give Kreacher a big hug, but Kreacher directly avoided him and asked him, "What do you mean? What do you mean, there is still a guy alive?"

"Did you forget? Oh, that's right... Well... I'm the same way. I, let me introduce myself first. My name is Joseph. I am a person trapped here like you." The visitor claimed to be himself for Joseph.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by being trapped here?!" Kreacher keenly grasped the key point of the guy named Joseph in front of him.

"I know you must be confused. Calm down first. Can we gather in the hall downstairs first? I will tell you everything there." After saying that, Joseph left in a hurry.

Although Kreacher didn't like the chattering man in front of him, he could conclude from what he just said that if he went to the hall, he should be able to meet more people there.

After inexplicably waking up in a strange place, Kreacher still felt that it would be better for him to communicate with more people and seek help.

Kreacher finally decided to follow the man's words and go to the hall, but as soon as Kreacher stepped out of the room, he found that the blond man named Joseph was knocking on every room in this corridor one by one.

"It seems that he is the guy responsible for informing." Kreacher concluded in his mind that he had no intention of helping Joseph, and walked directly down the stairs.

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After making sure that Kreacher had already walked down the stairs and would never hear what he said next.

Joseph, oh, no, it should be said that Claude breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are my acting skills, brother?" Claude asked facing the closed door of the room in front of him.

"Perfect, Claude." Joseph opened the door to the room and poked his head out.

Joseph and Claude looked more like they were looking in the mirror than having a conversation. They looked exactly the same, and they should be exactly the same because they were twins.

"Then it's our turn to appear next?" Naib and Lucas, who were supposed to appear next, walked out of another room not far from Joseph and Claude.

"...It's better to wait a little longer." Joseph looked at the pocket watch on his body, and then came to the conclusion that if they went down now, it would feel like they were running out of time. "Joseph" couldn't possibly complete the corridor so quickly. It would be better to wait a while for each room above.

"Then again, why haven't you put on makeup yet?" Joseph was referring to why Nabu hadn't covered himself with blood yet. You must know that the wounds on Nabu's body were the highlight.

Yes, you must know that Nabu was originally a mercenary and had been on the battlefield. He must have countless scars on his body.

Although everyone invited him to participate in this game and told him the reason, he almost got so angry that he wanted to hit someone. (;｀O′)o

Because the game background they weaved for Kreacher needed a protector with scars like Naib.

"It would be too time-consuming to repaint the scars, so it would be more convenient to find someone like you who already has a lot of scars on his body. So I leave it to you~" (Original words of the manor owner)

Thinking about it now, Nabu still cursed.

"Nabu! Close your eyes!" Lucas suddenly yelled.

Nabu didn't react, but still closed his eyes subconsciously, and then...

A large stream of red, viscous, fishy liquid was poured directly onto Nabu's body by Lucas.

"Lucas..." Naib's eyes looked like he really wanted to eat people. If Lucas couldn't give him a reasonable explanation next, he would definitely strangle Lucas' neck directly. .

"Ahem... I'm not doing this to... ahem... hurry up... ahem... I'll die if I let go..." Lucas explained while slapping Nabu's hand that was choking his neck.