Zich’s eyes shone.

“Now that I think about it, you said you saw a future where I was the hero, right?”

 “Yeah.”

“Then, do you remember any other futures for Glen Zenard?”

“Um…” Lyla shuffled through her incomplete memories and replied, “…No, nothing. I might have just lost my memories of it, but I can’t remember anything.”

“In the period where I was a hero, what kind of person was Glen Zenard?”

“When you were a hero?” Lyla also became more curious when Zich mentioned it. However, she couldn’t remember. “I am interested, but I also can’t remember it.”

“Okay, that’s fine.” After Zich patted Lyla’s shoulders a couple of times since she looked sorry, Zich sent her back to her room. ‘Even if Lyla lost her memories, it’s strange that she can’t remember Glen Zenard’s other futures.’

It was baffling how Lyla saw two completely opposite futures for Zich: one where he was a hero and another one where he was a Demon Lord, but she didn’t see any other future for Zenard. Of course, it could be a coincidence and Lyla could have simply forgotten.

‘But it is truly suspicious.’ Zich’s suspicions toward Glen deepened even m...