The Decayer believed what Liriel said.
For no apparent reason, he believed her.
Just as, along the way, whenever the Decayer saw doubt in Liriel's heart, he had inexplicably taken the initiative to help clear it away.
That inexplicable feeling came from the Decayer's subconscious.
Barring any surprises, it was the tacit understanding he and Liriel had built during their three days of travel together.
Since even his subconscious believed Liriel, the Decayer naturally trusted its judgment as well—perhaps the Wish Page really had brought him some hope.
As for what kind of hope?
The Decayer had a faint guess, but he did not intend to dwell on it.
—For now, he could not recall the memories of those three days.
While his memories could not be restored, he only needed to trust his subconscious judgment.
"I understand." After a long silence, the Decayer said softly, "If I had to name a wish, then my greatest wish must be related to an 'old friend.'"
"If the Wish Page could make that wish come true, I might truly be incomparably happy."
"But as you said, the Wish Page only randomly fulfills one of my wishes. I do not know whether it is related to an 'old friend.'"
"At least for now, the 'old friend' in my mind has not changed much."
Liriel opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the Decayer waved a hand and continued, "No need to say more. I understand what you mean."
"I believe you."
Liriel froze. In the instant the Decayer solemnly expressed his trust, she vaguely felt as though she had returned to those previous three days.
The words that had risen to her throat were slowly swallowed back down, and a trace of gratification flickered in her eyes.
The Decayer said, "Although I