"King's... Star Coin?" Lin Qiye seemed to recall something. "Yes, I used it. I used it to hold back the Lovecraftian army."
"What did you manifest?"
"I..."
Lin Qiye's brow furrowed again, beads of sweat soaking his back...
How had he held back the Lovecraftian army... It seemed he had forgotten something very important?
Merlin also realized that his question had been somewhat inappropriate and shook his head. "The King's Star Coin can manifest the past, but the price is permanent oblivion and fatal misfortune... I don't know how you survived the effects of that misfortune, but what you've already forgotten... don't try to think about it anymore. You won't be able to remember."
"...I really can't remember, but... I feel like those things were very important to me." Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head. "Lord Merlin... is there no way even you can restore my memories?"
"No... Though magic may be omnipotent, it is not all-powerful. The coin has completely erased those memories from your soul. They cannot be restored."
Lin Qiye lowered his head, feeling hollow inside...
Merlin helplessly took a sip of tea. "In that case, let's skip over this forgotten part... Continue."
"...All right." Lin Qiye composed himself and continued, "After escaping Takama-ga-hara, I..."
"..."
Time passed second by second.
Before long, Lin Qiye got stuck a second time, then a third, then a fourth...
Over the course of half an hour, he could barely recount anything coherent. He had done many things, yet he did not remember how he had done them—for instance, training new recruits, the journey through hell, defending the Nation-Protecting Divine Stele to the death, and the battle at Chennan Pass...
The more Lin Qiye spoke, the more sweat covered his body. He stumbled through the battle on the moon, and only