"How could this be?"
"Everything about me was fake? My life was controlled by someone else?"
"Time Magic wasn't mine, this body wasn't mine either... I was just someone else's personality?"
Julius collapsed weakly onto the floor, supporting himself on the crimson carpet with both arms as he murmured in agony.
At this moment—
Brimir, Karna, and Falcon Dragon all looked at him with pity.
Crimson Fatalis, Fatalis, could not empathize with him.
Zenon, meanwhile, did not care in the slightest, his gaze cold.
After all, this was Big Brother's doing. What did it have to do with him, the third brother?
Unable to suppress his emotions any longer, Brimir stepped forward and pulled Julius to his feet.
[Slap!]
He actually gave him a heavy slap across the face, the crisp sound echoing through the hall.
Yet the pain in his face gradually restored the light to Julius's eyes.
"Listen carefully, kid. I understand how sad and how much pain you're in right now!"
"You may even be starting to doubt whether your entire past life was fake!"
"But think carefully. The people and events you encountered before—didn't you treat them all with sincerity?"
"The admiration of those Magic Knights, the love of those citizens—do you dare say it was all fake?"
"Most importantly, it's all in the past now!"
"From this day onward, this body belongs entirely to you."
"All you lost was an evil personality and Time Magic!"
"There's nothing to say about the former. As for the latter, you can just start again from scratch."
"Didn't this body return to thirteen years old? Just learn magic that truly belongs to you all over again!"
"Remember what I said. Get some proper sleep."
As soon as Brimir finished speaking, he used magic to put Julius to sleep.
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