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"Laura, don't fall for it!

I snorted firmly, even as my gaze was taken away from me by the words of my master.

- Apprenticeship to your master for a few months. Today I came to a large city, after Wang Capital, also in the country, about my master. She almost asked me to leave a message saying she was going to see her apprentice, but she asked me to bring her here because I couldn't.

I remember this city - Sittenhelm. It's a city where the protagonist travels in "Last Brave" and visits at the beginning. I felt the scale had dropped slightly because I was visiting Wang Du earlier, but the light BGM was very impressive. One of my buddies was from this city and was to visit again at the end of the day.

- Leaving aside the impression of my previous life, I am currently blinded all over the city.

What a vibrant city! It's very different from Emme's village! The view as seen on "Last Brave" is spreading in front of you!

"Not here, not here."

Next to the master who said so, I looked up at the building in front of me.

I recognize this building full of sobriety based on white. I entered this building while playing "Last Brave". The paint on the walls appeared to be floating from the surrounding buildings a turn larger than the surrounding buildings, and I didn't think it was just a private house to interrupt.

- In conclusion, it was just a private house. There seemed to be no heart or power in the interior decoration, but there was nothing like this private house getting tangled up in the event afterwards.

I didn't know you were a better apprentice to your master - Obaba outside the village - living in this private house.

A master who rings a calling bell and walks into the house with our faces without waiting for a response from inside. I was also trying to remember the look of the NPC who lived in this private house on "Last Brave" as I continued afterwards.

If I remember correctly, she was a blonde. I remember seeing it in multiple villages and cities, like it was a round-the-clock NPC.

"Long time no see, Mercedes."

I glance at your face slightly trying to match the answers from next to your master. The resident quiz was - incorrect.

"It's been a long time, Master. Still looking good... above all"

"I'm not done yet."

Apprentice in a sneering conversation with her master - Mr. Merzedes, with pale green hair, it was a beautiful woman.

The first thing that popped into my sight was the length of that hair. It's about to reach the floor with hair tips. It can't be realistic, but should I say that's the world of fantasy?

The next thing I saw was the shape of my ears. The tip is pointy. In "Last Brave," the shape of its ears was a testament to a species called Elves. Supposedly with a longer life span and stronger magic than other races, one elf was also a member of the party.

The last thing that caught my eye was the same red eyes as your master. Its dark red but somewhere seemingly clear eyes had a strange charm to attract.

The red turns this way.

"Is that your new apprentice?

"Lah, it's Laura Ampere, thank you!

Ash gold hair that twinkles corners of your vision when your head is lowered. My hair tips are drawing wavy loose. That's mine. Although hair color is the one that is given some personality, I have natural blue eyes in this world, which is kind of my shoulder.

It seems to me that Laura's face itself was made with more effort than the NPC character - that is, cute - because she was given the main character's profession of childhood taming (at best). But I can't fathom Mr. Merzedes at all in front of the beauty of even feeling his divinity.

Nevertheless, I didn't know you'd forgotten Mr. Merzedes, who has such beautiful and impressive character shaping. The main story. It may not be an impossible story because he was a person who didn't even get involved in the subevent, but instead of forgetting, what a mistaken memory it must have been that was in this private house, the NPC around the use.

"You're a solid lady. I'm Mercedes Bloom, nice to meet you. I hear you're a very good apprentice."

With a smile filled with mercy, as if it were the Virgin Mary, power fell out of her body, which was naturally stretched out. What a nice guy.

"Yes, let me introduce my apprentice too. Arnold!"

It was the brunette boy who came out of the back to Mr Merzedes's call. The boy - he looked terribly neat.

From his height, he seems a little older than me, but he would still be about 12. Even so, from that face, the youthfulness had already begun to shrink. The eyes of the same colour as the hair colour, the nose that has passed all the way through and the lips that have been pulled together are all perfectly shaped and yet fit into the perfect place. I see no shortcomings so much as God's greatest masterpiece.

Dear future brave man - if you want to make a meta statement, the protagonist of this future world - Lukersch, too, has a very beautiful face. But I'm still young - I've never seen a kid with such a beautiful face before, an early story.

The boy glanced at me for a blink of an eye when he was turning a surprising, not too indiscreet gaze, but he immediately strayed from his face. And

…………

Silence. I'm not trying to say anything. Obviously, they're rejecting communication.

When I was having trouble reacting to what was wrong with me, Mr. Merzedes beside me offered me a help boat.

"I'm sorry, I'm your brother more than Laura... his name is Arnold Rocco. It seems to follow, but the knowledge is certain."

Smile vaguely at Mr. Merzedes's follow up. "Nice to meet you," I tried calling from here, but they didn't look at me.

Still, the name Arnold is a cool one, but Rocco and I are pretty cute surnames. I “remember" the moment I laughed in my heart at my crap thoughts, such as naming small animals. I've thought about similar things before.

Rocco. I remember “I” for that last name. I've heard of it. Behind the tympanic membrane, there is a resuscitating voice.

- My name is Elvira Rocco. Genius magician!

In memory, a young face shows her teeth and laughs. Big black eyes blink. Dark hair shakes. A pointy ear, peeking from between dark hair at that time. Yes, she's an elf. A genius magician, with enormous magic in his little body.

Rocco. The person who named that last name. It's - it's Elvira Rocco, one of the "Last Brave" party members!

I remember very well. To “me” Elvira was one of my favorite characters. In battle, he kicked his enemies with overwhelming firepower, Elvira, who in the story was young but more proud than anyone else.

When she named herself Rocco, she thought it would be perfect for Elvira, as small and cute as a small animal. This memory is not wrong. I can say it with confidence.

In addition to the fact that he names the same surname, the hair color and eye color are also common between Elvira and the boy in front of him - Arnold. And then there's the ear shape. Earlier I was distracted by a face that was so beautiful that I hadn't even looked properly into my ears.

Drop the line of sight to the floor once. And I gave him a face-by-face gaze at once.

His ears were - pointy.

(... set that Elvira has a brother or cousin, had one)

“I” recalls desperately. There were references to my parents. On the contrary, it was an event that delved into Elvira's character, with her father mother, and even her grandparents, actually appearing. But Elvira shouldn't have had a brother. Not a word has been mentioned about my brother.

If so, I even thought of it as a line of relatives a little farther away, such as cousins - and suddenly a sentence came back to me.

- Because of the capacity, Elvira's brother shredded it.

That was probably one sentence of an interview with the "Last Brave" production staff. I don't remember which medium I read it in, whether it was a game magazine, a strategy book, an official collection, or information online. Whether the staff really said it in the first place or whether it was just a rumor on the internet is even vague. But the text was firmly engraved in my memory.

Surnames and physical traits are so common that it's hard to think of them as someone else at all. That said, it wouldn't mean there's zero other people's possibilities.

Based on that, think.

Maybe he, Arnold, is a "dead character" from "Last Brave."

"Laura, it's just a minute away, but there's a herbal garden right around the corner. I was wondering if you could pick this herb for me."

My thoughts were blocked by your master's call. Reflectively raised his face, a piece of paper was currently offered.

"Oh, yes!

Pass your eyes. All that was written there was a bunch of herbs I found out about.

In an attempt to recall the location of the herbal garden that is nearby, “I" floats a map of the city of Sittenhelm in the back of my brain - but on a map in my memory, the herbal garden did not exist. What kind of herbal garden would have existed in this city in the first place? I should have explored it all the way when I got to the new city, but I don't remember it at all.

Funny, I tilted my neck, but I guess there is a herbal garden near here. If so, I can only assume I overlooked it.

That's where I come up with it. Isn't Herbal Gardens the perfect place to think? and. It just seems like an image but quiet place, and it's huge that you can be alone in the first place.

"Um... can I finally see the herbal garden?

The words, at first glance, would have sounded like those of a study-keen disciple. In fact, the master nodded to me with a satisfying grin, "You should see as much as you like". My conscience was somewhat damaged by that smile, but my desire to see a herbal garden is not a lie either. - Though my desire to put my thoughts together was much stronger.

Relax and try to leave Mr. Merzedes' house behind immediately. But to the words that rocked my tympanic membrane the next moment, I stopped my feet.

"Then, Arnold, show him Laura."

I want you to praise me for swallowing the surprising voice that came out to my throat.

When I looked back with unprecedented agility, I shook my hands in front of my face with a cramped grin.

"No, that's good!

Mr. Arnold will be in trouble, too.

It was no other, Arnold himself, who blocked my words from spinning so.

"Follow me."

I still feel in a somewhat higher voice that he is a child, naturally. Its face, its eyes, it's shredding off too young - not when you're thinking about it.

I tried to refuse to be able to concentrate on my thoughts when he was lying down, but he didn't give me that time, and Arnold cringes across me and leaves Mr. Merzedes' house.

My plans went crazy, but I convinced myself that I didn't know where the herbal gardens were in the first place, and I followed them.

Before the herbal garden I was guided, I was stunned.

Much bigger than I imagined. This is very, very not big enough to be overlooked. And more importantly,

(Wasn't this the Fountain Square?

According to “me” memory, there was a very large fountain here and a square spread to surround that fountain - it should have been. The fountain square, which was used as a stage several times at the event, has changed dramatically from a herbal garden.

Will this herb garden be constructed in Fountain Square from now on? We still have less than eight years until Lukersch comes to this city. It's not an impossible story, though.

No, wait. Fountain Square should have been in some character's past recap scene as well. It was an impressive scene, so I remember it well. That was earlier than "now" - it must have been a childhood recap scene of a man who was an elder party member.

He is from this city and has attacked and lost his parents to demons at an early age. He is a hard-working man who raised his sister and brother, while being a child himself. The retrospective scene here depicted more than a decade flying from the time he lost his parents to becoming a knight and going to Wang Capital.

In other words, the fact that there is no fountain square “now” goes against "last brave". It's a movie that made me cry unconsciously, I won't forget.

- For the first time here, I doubted my ”me” memory.

Is this memory real? Indeed, the village of Emme was all consistent with the memory of “me”. But how about after coming to Sittenhelm? Neither about the herb garden, nor about Arnold, nor about Mr. Merzedes, is consistent with the memory of "me”.

In a flash, I came to the fact that it was too much now.

Me in the first place - isn't Laura actively trying to take a different path from "Last Brave"? Is it possible that if we continue on this path, it will affect this world?

Nevertheless, you may want not to rely too much on “me” memory in the future.

"... hey"

"What, ah, huh?

I totally forgot about the herb, and Arnold calls out to me. When I saw some disgruntled, distorted, neat face, I remembered that I wanted to think about Arnold in the first place.

Does Arnold have anything to do with Elvira? If so, is it Elvira's brother who had information with “shredded characters”? Or are you a descended relative, such as a cousin? Assuming Arnold is Elvira's brother who is a "dead character”, is it something that “dead characters” can exist in the "last brave" world?

It would be early if I could ask him if he had a sister named Elvira in person, but it's not the kind of distance I can ask. Because of Elvira's age at the time of this edition, she should have been born by now.

"You've been a good apprentice to Mr. Berta, Omae."

I honestly didn't quite understand the meaning of the words that were called out of the blue. Just not there, malice - no, I felt like I was being turned on for jealousy.

Berta is the name of your master, but you have often been apprenticed by your master, what does that mean?

"Mr. Berta is famous for not taking disciples. I've only taken three, including my master. 4th person in Omae"

"Ha ha..."

"I went all the way to a despicable village, too, and they said no"

Hearing Arnold's words, I guessed why he was grumpy from earlier.

I see, Arnold doesn't seem to find my presence interesting.

There's nothing I can do about it just now that I know why, but this boy who gets hit with irrational, emotional anger and doesn't make me feel young is still a child in the contents, and the confusion earlier disappeared and I even remembered to smile.

Nevertheless, I'm surprised your master doesn't take so many disciples. I have also learned for the first time that I am the fourth apprentice.

My apprenticeship accepted me well, but was I spared time in hiding? It may have allowed me to disciple with a feeling of leisure time. It's all my fantasy, though.

Neighbor Arnold accidentally crouched onto the spot. When I glanced at you wondering what was going on, I pointed to the herb at my feet and asked.

"You know this herb?

"Huh? Yeah, it's a new species of herb recently discovered, isn't it? I read in the literature that it increases resilience."

"... then what is this?

Now I pointed to the herb a little farther from here. The surface of the leaves is twitchy compared to others. That looked familiar.

"It's what relieves bitterness when combined with bitter herbs, isn't it? This herb doesn't help itself, though."

"... then this"

The next thing I pointed out was what was at my feet. The tip of the leaf is wrapped around the inside. I thought about it for a moment, but soon the answer came to me in the back of my brain.

Yeah, well, this is--

"Oh, that's a herb you can use for cooking, isn't it? It's most famous for its effectiveness in helping digestion… It just says that it's a very similar form of herb, so you can't go wrong because it has something toxic"

When I answered confidently, Arnolt turned to the sieve and turned back from the spot without a glance at me.

I follow that back, confused as to what's wrong with my sudden behavior. I hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up.

"... Oh, you know what?

"Disgusting"

- Apparently, I've hurt Arnold's pride.

While this reflected on whether he should have pretended not to know, unsure of Elvira's brother or herself, a rash appeared to me that he was a little boy with a troublesome character inside. At the same time, however, he felt Elvira's shadow over his character that it would be troublesome if his pride was mistreated high. She was a proud genius sorcerer at the end, but an arrogant sorcerer at the beginning. Changes in attitude and mood from beginning to end cannot be taken off in speaking of Elvira.

Nonetheless, I want to solve this mystery during my stay in Sittenhelm. Even if it is difficult to check with the person in question, could I ask Mr Merzedes?

- But first and foremost, what I have to think about now is how to fix his mood.