This forgetfulness spell was not particularly powerful, but it had been arranged with great ingenuity. It was like an absolutely unopenable box—if one wanted to see what was inside, the only option was to smash the box apart.
And Li's forgotten memories were inside that box. Yet the box was Li himself. If they wanted to see those memories, Li would undoubtedly be the first to suffer. For some reason, Ankhseram now felt an unparalleled fondness for Li, far exceeding her initial impression of him. She found the feeling rather strange, but after examining Li's other traits, she let out a sigh with an odd expression.
"I never thought someone would actually choose that gift." Ankhseram spoke gloomily. Raising a certain trait to its limit was not, as Li had imagined, increasing a particular kind of power. Rather, it elevated one of a person's traits to the extreme—for example, nobility, lewdness, beauty, ugliness...
If nobility were increased, everyone would feel that the person was beyond desecration, perhaps even feel the urge to kneel and submit... The other traits worked the same way, completely changing how others perceived that person.
What Li had increased was affinity, something that had far exceeded Ankhseram's expectations. After all, choosing that option meant facing a problem: if one was unlucky, one might draw traits such as ugliness or lewdness. In that case, one would probably be hated by others for the rest of one's life.
As Ankhseram searched through Li's traits, her expression suddenly changed drastically. She discovered that Li had been placed under an exceedingly terrifying curse!
"Plane's Loathed One!" A flash of anger crossed Ankhseram's face. Her brows knitted tightly on her beautiful little face. "It's actually the super-magic Plane's Loathed One. Just how much does that person hate Li? Or was that