Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

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Thanks to those "acquaintances".

Now that all "acquaintances" have been fundamentally denied, Bell Craney is unable to understand and his emotions have become extremely unstable.

"…Gods, immortals…"

The boy's last support was just one person.

Those deep red eyes looked at Hestia.

Those empty eyes, so fragile they seemed to crumble at the slightest breath, were pleading for Hestia's help.

The two hands hidden behind his back to avoid being seen by Welf and the others were trembling slightly.

His heart was as lifeless as a desert.

The five members of the Hestia Familia standing together, along with a boy wearing a combat suit—the Freya Familia uniform.

This scene, along with the "chasm" between them, is enough to represent their relationship at this moment.

"...Let's go, everyone."

What expression is on my face right now?

Did she manage to conceal the changes in her facial expressions? Did she successfully deceive Bell? Did she cause him any harm?

"Everyone, please don't get involved with the Freya Familia..."

Will there be a kin of the goddess of beauty who can deliver a perfect, fatal blow to Bell?

"Ah────"

A sound came from beside my ear.

It sounded as if the boy, like a puppet with its strings cut, had collapsed to his knees.

Hestia, who had already turned away, had no idea.

During the period when Lily and the others followed in her footsteps as instructed by the main god, she exhausted herself just trying to avoid giving herself away.

"Gods...gods~...!"

The boy's choked sobs came from behind him.

Even though Haruhime and the others looked back in confusion, Hestia resolutely refused to turn around.

His clenched fists, trembling uncontrollably, were covered in sweat.

No, Hestia realized she was mistaken; it was blood, not sweat. She didn't even know when she had punctured her skin, nor did she bother to investigate further.

Because she understood that she had no right to shed tears.

When the goddess of the hearth was feeling utterly disappointed in herself, it was also the first time she refused to lend a helping hand to someone in need.

Faced with her most beloved child, faced with that outstretched hand, she could only ruthlessly wave it away.

After that—

I have absolutely no recollection of what happened.

At that time, I was in a daze, and I was no different from a doll. When I came to my senses again, I found that I had been taken back to the headquarters of the Freya Familia.

Fragments of memory remind me that it was Mr. Allen who dragged me back here.

As if my heart had been hollowed out, trapped in an indescribable emptiness, I could only obediently follow the orders of my master and others to have my body checked.

Then──

"This is a curse."

Let's start with this sentence.

This conclusion was reached after a lengthy "diagnosis".

"……curse……?"

"That's right, your brain has been implanted with 'false information,' which is a method that confuses the person involved."

The young therapist sat down in front of me and announced the "diagnosis results".

My brain is still not functioning properly, so I can only manage to squeeze out faint sounds from my mouth.

Just like a high fever causing chills... the anxiety made my limbs numb.

"Wait...please wait a moment...this is really...unacceptable..."

Difficult to accept.

This is also human nature.

It's simply that I've forgotten my true self; all the memories I have now are fabricated. No one could possibly accept such an explanation immediately.

I am actually a member of the Freya Familia, how can I easily accept something like this...!

"Judging from the circumstances of your curse, although it may sound cruel... I still advise you to accept reality as soon as possible. Many people must be troubled by your behavior, right?"

"Um...!"

"This is often caused by curses that distort memories, and even 'abnormal resistance (skills)' cannot stop the curse."

I can't respond.

Can't say a word.

Just as she gently blocked all my escape routes, no one knows "me".

No matter how certain I am of the memories I retain, they are completely denied by those around me.

Once rejected by the world, even if I am not wrong, I am still the one who "made a mistake." To call white black, to label light as darkness, even a virtuous person is treated as a clown.

The tightness in my chest made it difficult for me to breathe.

"Cases like this, where someone else's memories are implanted, are extremely rare." The therapist, who had her light red hair tied in a ponytail, shrugged.

"Where were you cursed with such a vile curse?"

A curse...? Is this really a curse...?

My memories, my recollections of the gods, my various experiences after meeting many people... are they all "fictional"?

The scene before my eyes suddenly began to distort.

No, my vision is distorted.

It was caused by my eyes.

It's caused by my own mindset.

"Let's report this to Goddess Freya first."

"That's right, how dare he bring shame to the clan! This lawless scoundrel must be found, arrested, and severely punished as a warning to others."

Where is the goddess Freya currently?

"We should stay in the Tower of Babel with the wild boars."

We are currently in a consultation room that resembles a top-tier reception room, where almost all the Level 1 adventurers have gathered.

They are the master, Mr. Hegney, Mr. Allen, Mr. Alfred, and their brothers.

The four little quadruplets ignored my wavering thoughts, talked to each other, and then turned their attention to the healer girl.

"Hai Ci, quickly treat him."

"Lifting the curse is the healer's responsibility, isn't it?"

"Don't force me to do things my way. My specialty is healing people, and I know nothing about removing curses... Besides, this curse is not something that ordinary sorcerers can break. Even if we ask the [Deankaite Familia], they might not be able to cure it."

The girl named Haici explained with a helpless expression.

The conversation was so perfectly planned, it was like a pre-arranged dialogue with no contradictions whatsoever. It didn't seem like a mere performance; there was no sign of insincerity.

This group of people discussed my symptoms as if they had shared "memories" before.

"【Deanquet Familia】...does that refer to 【Dea Saint】?"

"Although I don't want to owe them favors, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Although I don't want to go to such great lengths because of White Rabbit's mistake, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Who told him to be the one chosen by the goddess Freya?"

"Ugh, so troublesome!"

Although I was despised and considered worthless, I still couldn't react, and even now I still have an urge to loudly deny reality.

My master and Mr. Hegney watched me without saying a word, while Mr. Allen looked like he was about to smack his lips at any moment.

Finally, the therapist… Miss Heather reached out her hand to me.

"There's no other way now. It's my responsibility that I couldn't cure you, so I'll ask members of other factions for help. I hope the [Battlefield Saintess] will be willing to examine you and lift the curse on you."

I gazed at the hand that wanted to grasp mine.

What would happen if the curse were broken?

I don't want to believe it, but if the "curse" on me is really lifted... will I forget them?

Goddesses, Miss Eina, God Mihe, Miss Naza, Miss Ais, Miss Seele, Miss Ryu, Aunt Mia, Miss Anya, Miss Chloe, Miss Lunova, Goddess Lily Demeter, Goddess Hephaestus, Goddess Welf, Miss Tione, Mr. Bert, Mr. Finn, Miss Riveria, Mr. Grace, Miss Life, Miss Sakura, Miss Chigusa, God Hermes, Miss Asphie, Miss Lefia, Mr. Mordo, Mr. Kyle, Mr. Scott, Mr. Perth, Takemikazuchi, God of Thunder, Loki, Goddess Daphne, Miss Cassandra, Miss Haruhime, Miss Aisha, Mr. Ruvis, Mr. Dorumur, Mr. Leifina, Miss Maria, Winnie, and everyone else!!

All these acquaintances—will be regarded as false memories, as if they never happened!?

I do not want.

I do not want!

I don't want to!

By the time I came to my senses, I had already jumped up, kicked the chair away, and shaken off the hand that was reaching for me.

"it hurts……"

"Ah... I'm so sorry..."

From Alfred's and his group's perspective...

I have this resistance because I am afraid of regaining my memories—no, it is because I am afraid of losing my memories.

After staring at me, who stood there dumbfounded, for a while, Miss Haici sighed and said:

"It seems the situation is quite serious."

The corridors of the headquarters were indeed as magnificent and elegant as a palace.

Windows taller than an adult, carved stone pillars, a magnificent garden that seemed to have been taken from the heavens where the gods reside. Everything here felt unreal to me. Even the solemn white interior decoration made me feel like I was still in a dream.

After leaving the consultation room, I walked silently down the empty corridor, my face pale.

"This is your bedroom."

"..."

"Stay in your room until the goddess Freya returns."

My master, who was standing in front of the door, turned around and looked at me, and said this.

The place described as "my bedroom" is the very room where I was when I woke up this morning.

I have no choice but to stay in this assigned room. To be honest, I have nowhere else to go.

Even if I go back to the stove house, Lily and the others won't let me in now.

No... I was wrong.

This is not your home.

"roll. 』

I'm even more afraid of hearing them say those things.