Afterword: A Dislocated Time and Space

[Part One: In the Black Fog]

"Mr. Victor."

Miss Selena Krana pushed her wheelchair through the crowd onto the packed sightseeing boat—

"—I find all of this very hard to believe."

Half a month ago, she'd had another name: Violet Heinz.

She'd been the Perfume Bottle's singing geisha, one of Arizona's most celebrated top-tier whores. But now she'd lost all her memories and gained a whole new life.

"About that story you told me, about your adventures in the wilderness of the Colorado River Valley and the rainforest." Selena clenched a silk glove between her teeth, but even using all her strength, she could barely move the heavy wheelchair.

Victor leaned over and pulled some hair out of the wheel—

Selena's mental state was poor. She often lost hair, and it got caught in all sorts of strange places.

"Miss Selena, that wasn't my intention. I didn't expect you to believe the story."

"People usually pursue what they can't have in life by other means, to satisfy that longing."

"It seems as if it can never come true, so dreams are beautiful and beyond our reach. Tales of knights are captivating, but they're very, very unlikely to happen in real life."

"Hey!" Selena pushed Victor into the sightseeing boat's narrow cabin. She was dressed like a farm girl, and her linen skirt set off her towering frame, over two meters tall. It seemed as if an endless vitality flowed from that healthy body.

"You didn't have to use my name, too, did you? You're a real jerk!"

Selena laughed wryly—

"—Violet? Violet Heinz? A lewd slut who poisoned her customers? A spider freak? And you're using my name to start a new life? Aha?!"

David Victor didn't reply. He was deeply grateful that Miss Selena had agreed to give him