There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy

44. Someone’s restart

It’s an unfamiliar ceiling.

There is no other sentence that expresses it better than this when waking up in an unknown place.

Froden looked around, stroking his throbbing body. He was lost in thought of the majesty of the mansion, which showed the pinnacle of luxury that had nothing to bow down to in comparison with the duke’s mansion.

Did you remodel the house while you lost your mind for a while?

I thought about it again with my dazed mind, but this place was right.

I tried to move the magic within my body, just in case, but it didn’t budge. It was firmly fixed like gelatin that hardened over time and was immovable.

“Looking at the way he moves around as soon as he wakes up, he must be a very diligent person.”

When she turned around in surprise at the sudden voice, a woman of unknown origin was sitting there reading a book.

It is a figure enjoying reading while wearing silk gloves with graceful movements while being greeted by the morning sunlight coming through the window.

Then suddenly. Her familiar face, which she seemed to have seen many times before, overlapped the woman’s.

“Elin…?”

A partner who made the greatest contribution to saving the world, and a possessor who loves this world. She bears a striking resemblance to the face of Elin, the owner of her body she entered.

“One day, I thought that the soul would fall from the sky, but as expected.”

The woman who was turning the pages of her book with a pleasant sound was covered with a thunk.

Her gaze, which had been fixed only on her book, naturally shifted to Froden, who interrupted her reading.

When we looked straight ahead and our eyes met, I really had the illusion that Elin was sitting there.

“Should I call this a correct answer or a wrong answer?”

“Who are you?”

“Shall I say the benefactor who saved you? Nice to meet you. As you said, I am Elin. I think it might be like a saint.”

As she muttered May Lil, Elin shrugged her head and smiled.

“You smell like a strong witch. Seeing as a man, she must not be a witch.”

I could feel the pressure on her grinning face. She felt even bigger now that she couldn’t use magic.

She got up from her seat and approached slowly. Coming close to her, she lifted her finger and gently pushed Froden’s forehead.

Looking at the oil on her forehead and the reverberation of her magical power, Elin stretched out her tongue and licked it.

By the time she blushed in embarrassment at the sudden action. Ellen quickly came to a conclusion.

“You are cursed by a witch. That’s why her scent remains.”

It has been a long time since I smelled the scent of stars from someone else.

“I think you are also a witch, recognizing that right away.”

Froden was quick to adapt, probably because she had been through a lot of arrogance in her previous life, a regressor, and her possessor.

Perhaps this world was another parallel world.

“Hmm. Maybe you Have you ever heard of a multiple ending novel?”

Ellin’s face, as she grew older and faced the changes of time, smiled mischievously. As if she’s going crazy with a funny story to tell.

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Are you sorry for suddenly speaking without saying aloud?

Because I can’t stand it when I find something interesting. As I get older, I want to finish the things I want to do soon.

Seeing that you came all the way here by the witch’s magic, I think you wouldn’t have lived a normal life.

Why? That’s right, a person entangled with a witch can never lead a normal life.

To die, or to die while experiencing strange things in life.

Anyway. I just asked if you’ve ever heard of a multiple ending novel?

I don’t know how much literature has developed there… Ah. Have you heard mmm, right. That’s the concept

Huh~ You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?

Yeah, that’s right. This is a world that has come to an end. It is a lonely place where all the witches are extinct and I am the only one left.

Oh, don’t worry. Because everyone is living safely.

Even though I said I was lonely, it’s all on my own. I killed all the other witches.

Time regression magic, ah. Do you know this too?

Oops. There was someone who returned at the same time as me. I forgot that the branch was divided because of him.

So you’re the one who crossed over from the world line where I lost my memory. I guess I got caught up in it because it was next door.

I hated the witches who destroyed the world. I was a witch too, but I only became a witch because I wanted to study magic for a long time.

I was afraid of trying to rule the world, but instead ruining it and eating the survivors.

Of course, the decisive thought I wanted to go back was. It was because I decided that if I went back to the past alone, it would be an opportunity to eat raw.

I thought I would lose all my memories. Ha ha ha

I’m content with just killing the witches, and I’ve decided to keep the life I’ve lived again.

Because I turned into a witch, my lifespan got longer, so my family all died first, and I was left alone watching the world change.

The witches started appearing again. Even if I killed it like a cockroach, it was resurrected, so I returned again.

At that time, I overlapped with that other witch and fell into a slightly special place.

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Maybe it’s luck, the memory remains, so it’s convenient to annihilate the witches. He even burned all the books so that he would never be resurrected.

Now, people only remember witches as the kind of bad-tempered grandmothers who only appear in fairy tales.

That’s why I decided to call this place a world with a happy ending that I created.

I wonder if it could be said that it has a happy ending considering that a world that was almost destroyed several times has been kept peacefully for more than 200 years.

It’s been about 10 years. Suddenly, a book made of extremely luxurious material fell down.

It was a novel book in which the ending changes depending on the actions of the main character I choose. From then on, I just decided to think that way.

Huh? Curious what the book is? It might be the place where another divergence was born, seeing that it is strangely similar to the story of our world.

“How to find a happy ending in a dying world.”

“Ah, the word ending means ending.”

I know. How could I not know this title?

Froden took her eyes off the book and looked at Elin. Coincidentally, it was so strange to hear this title in different ways from the same person.

“Oh no. And at the end of the book, there was a rather unusual letter. It looked like a painting, but strangely, it seems to follow certain rules, so I’m thinking it might be text.”

With a popping sound, he quickly turned over the paper and unfolded the last part. There, of course, was written in Korean.

While looking at Hangeul like that, Froden’s eyes were surprised again, and she closed the book again and looked at the title.

The extremely long title was written in the common language of the Empire as if it were natural.

Of course, I didn’t feel any discomfort after reading it. Perhaps, if I hadn’t seen Hangeul, I might have forgotten it in my head.

As I calmed my beating heart, I opened the final chapter again. There was a long memo written on it that used up an entire page.

[Jeongyeon Han. It is delivered to me in another quarter who has returned to that world.]

“What the f*ck.”

Goosebumps rose from Froden’s body at the familiar name.

[I failed. Therefore, to you who may not have any information, I am going to tell you the story of my failure in the past.

If you read this, please, I hope you succeed. Please go back.]

There, the memo is quite dirty. The countless dots and lines drawn by mistake represent the complex state of mind.

[Save Tina.]

Underneath it, the situation Tina was in right now, what experiments she had conducted, and what actions she took were written.

It was all a record of failure. It was a story that would have been my future without this memo, another me struggling to go back.

“Judging from the reaction, it must have been a book that should have been passed on to you. How long does it take to see the inevitable result of coincidence giving birth to coincidence? Life is something to live for a very long time.”

Even though Elin laughed as if he was having fun, Froden’s eyes didn’t think of escaping from the book.

It seems that the book was not meant to flow here. It must have flowed in this way due to the twisting of space and time as the divergence split.

Nevertheless, seeing that the book went looking for its owner like that, it seems that there is such a thing as fate.

Okay. It’s a world where the stars grant wishes. What are there not?

Seeing Elin’s really amused look on her face, Froden barely took her eyes off her book and looked at her.

I really liked those glowing eyes.

If it weren’t for the person who had to go back, I’d try seducing him once. Looking at those eyes now, I don’t think even the seed will be eaten.

“I need your help.”

“You’re not asking for help, are you threatening something?”

“If you help me, I will teach you interesting knowledge that you do not know.”

That was a bit tempting.

For over 200 years, this world has not developed much.

The quality of knowledge has also not improved greatly, so there is no knowledge to explore anymore.

Witches are also a race derived from wizards. A being who has lived his whole life researching magic, and lives searching for the truth.

To think she taught such a magician knowledge she didn’t know.

It was a sweet temptation to rain down on the dry fountain of knowledge.

“Yeah, good.”

And Elin had no intention of rejecting such a temptation.

If you do research with a witch who has lived for hundreds of years, you should be able to find a way.

She may be able to easily find it if she starts from the record she received from herself, not knowing whether it is the past or the future that has already failed.

Froden opened her book and began to think butt her head with her witch.