A World Without "Me"

"... I think I've lost my memory."

Galan spoke without hesitation, but from another perspective, it couldn't really be called lying because he genuinely knew nothing about the current situation.

He walked for a long time across the wasteland, then entered the forest. As he wandered through the lush foliage, he happened to stumble upon a caravan engaged in a fierce battle with monsters.

This was the first group of people he had met so far.

I even felt a sense of relief, as if I had finally met someone like me.

When Frog heard the question posed by the boy in front of him, he was also a little confused and did not understand what kind of trick he was trying to play.

You're asking me what time it is now?

Trying to play dumb?

Playing the amnesia trick?

But what's the point?

A barely perceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes as he carefully examined the boy and met his gaze, trying to discern something from his eyes.

Apart from the sullen expression on the other person's face and the confusion in their eyes, nothing else could be found.

Is "amnesia" really such a lame excuse?

If it's such a foolish reason, why can't I see the flaw in it?

Could it really be...?

Unable to fathom Galan's thoughts Frog, after much deliberation, decided to explain the current situation to him and answer his questions.

Fifty-three years before the death of the hero Himmel, the Northern Countries...

"Ah?"

Galan, still reeling from Frog's words in disbelief, calculated the current year and exclaimed in shock.

Frog, however, had no idea what had gotten into the kid again, or if his own words had provoked him to shout like that. He unconsciously moved closer to Lancelot.

So... I not only time-traveled, but I was also teleported to the North?

Galan's lips twitched involuntarily. This news, like a bolt from the blue, was like a blow to the head. If it were just a simple [teleportation magic], he could simply travel day and night, through the stars and moon, to get back. But this was a journey back nearly forty-nine years! What was he supposed to do?

Go back?

Where to go back?

How should I reply?

At this point in time, "Galan" probably hadn't even been born yet, right?

The world shouldn't even need someone like me anymore. So what should I do next?

He plopped down on the ground, only to be pricked by a protruding rock, and had to use his hands to support himself as he moved around.

Although he was still somewhat taken aback by the news, he quickly calmed down and his mind raced.

Wow, you Goddess, this is just too much!

Even though I don't believe in God, you don't have to put me through this.

The only solution he can think of now is to go back and find the stone tablet, and then try to touch it to return to the original world.

But what if we don't make it back?

Ultimately, he didn't know what the conditions for activation were. Could simply touching it really send him back?

Perhaps even going back 49 years...

More and more thoughts flooded his mind, but the correct answer remained shrouded in smog. This powerless contemplation gradually overwhelmed him, leaving him breathless and bitter. He felt like a miserable student racking his brains in an exam hall, unable to solve a problem.

Frog and Lancelot, standing nearby, exchanged a knowing glance upon witnessing this scene.

This miserable look on his face doesn't seem fake... Could he really have amnesia...?

"Young man, do you remember where you're from? Or where you came from? And that potion you just took out..."

Frog's attitude softened considerably, and he posed numerous questions to Galan. Even though Galan still seemed suspicious in his eyes, he was at least certain that the other man didn't appear to have any ill intentions.

When it comes to judging people, Frog himself thinks he's quite skilled.

"Where are you from...?"

Galan thought about it and realized he really didn't know where he was from.

It's not accurate to call him Rogley, nor is it accurate to call him someone from the [Imperial Capital]; these places were merely temporary residences for him.

Alright, then I'll just call myself a wandering knight.

That's how I am—a wanderer, unrestrained, and a lifelong lover of freedom.

"That medicine from earlier..."

"It's just a regular Healing Potion. Look, he's already awake."

Following his finger, Frog indeed found that the mercenary lying on the ground had reacted; his lips twitched and his eyelids opened with difficulty. What surprised them most was that the wound on his chest had almost completely healed without them noticing.

"Cough... cough cough!"

He suddenly coughed heavily twice, coughing up a mouthful of bloody phlegm. After that, his throat felt much clearer, and a hint of rosiness appeared on his face.

He slowly propped himself up with his hands, a move that astonished everyone. Just moments before, he had been lying on the ground, half-dead, but now he was able to straighten himself up on his own.

What exactly did this boy feed him?

The extent to which that level of injury has been healed is beyond the capabilities of ordinary Healing Potions, and even Priest's [Goddess Magic] could not achieve this.

But Galan only gave him a small half-bottle of medicine.

"Boss, I'm not dead?"

"You really want to die, don't you?!"

Seeing his childhood friend pulled back from the brink of death Kefa was also very excited, but then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Galan still looked troubled, and solemnly said thank you, apologizing for his rude behavior just now.

"What... what kind of potion is this?"

"It's Recovery Potion, a special one I made, but there's only a little left."

"You know how to make medicine?"

"I'm Apothecary, of course I can concoct medicine, I still remember that."

Frog's eyes widened as he re-examined the young Apothecary before him, who looked no more than a year or two younger than himself. He was skilled enough to be a warrior, and undoubtedly possessed the "amnesia" buff.

That kid.

It's unfathomable...

However, because he saved the mercenaries, everyone lost their initial wariness of him, and Galan had already formed a good impression on them.

Although none of the people present knew Galan, this stranger had saved their companion in a time of crisis. No matter what, they couldn't possibly turn their swords against him.

"Okay... so, what are your plans next, buddy?"

Frog didn't press for further details. Even if the other party was deliberately hiding something, he'd consider it payment for saving lives. In this world, who doesn't have their own unspeakable difficulties?

"Um.

Galan rubbed his hair again. "I want to go South and see if I can find any clues related to my memories..."

"Do you still have any impressions of that place?"

"Yes... well, not really... would you believe me if I said it was the guidance of Goddess?"

"... You're really something else."