"Wait Here."

"What?"

Shien turned his gaze to Aiyi, his face full of surprise.

Under Shien's gaze, the complexity in Aiyi's eyes gradually began to show on her face.

Yet Aiyi still insisted on asking that question.

"You're a human from another world, one none of us can reach, aren't you?" Aiyi looked at Shien and said, "I heard that all Heroes summoned into this world are people who died in another world, and that their memories of their previous lives are basically erased. Is that right?"

This was no secret.

Over tens of thousands of years, as a race that had constantly fought Heroes, the demons had long uncovered some of the secrets behind the Hero Summon.

Thus, Aiyi had long known that aside from the essential parts that formed their personalities and common sense, Heroes generally lost all memories related to their previous lives.

Shien was no exception.

That said—

"Why are you suddenly concerned about this?"

Shien found it a little strange.

"Is it strange?" The complexity on Aiyi's face gradually faded, replaced by calmness. "I was just wondering whether you, having lost those memories, truly understand what kind of person you are."

Hearing that, Shien frowned.

Then, Shien answered bluntly.

"I don't really understand what you mean." Shien demonstrated perfectly what it meant to ask when one did not understand, saying to Aiyi, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Is there nothing wrong?" Aiyi countered with a question. "Don't you care what kind of life you lived in your original world, whether you were happy, or whether there was anyone you cared about?"

At that, Shien fell silent.

The confusion in his heart only grew stronger.

He felt that Aiyi was implying something.

She seemed to know something, yet also seemed to want to know something, to ask