No wonder Fang Zheng had been so surprised. Just as he had been preparing to subdue the other man, he saw his face clearly—it was the Knight with the dangerously named name who had fought alongside him before. Fang Zheng had never expected to run into him again here.
"Who are you?"
Hearing Fang Zheng's question, Knight Conan froze. His struggling hand dropped as well. He had originally thought Fang Zheng was a Cultist, but this man had broken in and called him by name right away. And his appearance... seemed rather familiar?
With that thought, Knight Conan frowned and looked at Fang Zheng, desperately searching his memories for the man's name. Before long, however, Fang Zheng gave him the answer.
"I'm Fang Zheng."
"You're Mr. Fang Zheng?"
Upon hearing that answer, Conan finally understood. His eyes widened as he looked Fang Zheng over from head to toe, finally finding familiar traces in the young man before him.
"You really are alive, Mr. Fang Zheng. Where have you been for the past half year? Why wasn't there any news at all? And you've changed way too much..."
Fang Zheng understood Conan's confusion. His original body had looked about eighteen or nineteen. When reconstructing his body, Fang Zheng had chosen his appearance at age twenty, so the difference would not be too great. Fortunately, he had been gone for over half a year. If it had only been a few days or months, such a change would have been difficult to explain.
"It's a long story. In fact, I only returned here a few days ago... I didn't even realize I'd been gone for so long."
As he sheathed his longsword, Fang Zheng answered. He was not worried that his answer would make Knight Conan suspicious. This was a world with