"Miss Kanna, have I ever been to this village before?"
When Fujimaru Ritsuka returned to the Sakumura residence, he saw Sakumura Kanna hanging laundry. The unfinished Chestnut Kinton sat on a plate, temporarily set aside on the steps.
"What's wrong, Miss Fujimaru?"
Kanna looked somewhat puzzled.
"Have I been to this village before? I feel very familiar with this village, as if I lived here for some time in the past."
"I didn't know whether it was just my imagination, so I came to ask if you had any memories of me, Miss Kanna."
Fujimaru Ritsuka was gasping for breath from running and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Kanna did not answer immediately. Instead, she folded her hands before her and studied Fujimaru Ritsuka seriously for a few moments.
". . . No."
"I'm sorry, Miss Fujimaru, but as far as I remember, you had never appeared in this village before yesterday."
"This is the village where I grew up. If you had ever appeared here, even just once, I would remember you."
". . . Is that so?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded silently, then bit down hard on his lip.
Something was definitely wrong.
Lawrence had once said that when you began to deeply doubt the truth of something within a Singularity, then it was almost certainly real.
After all, you never knew what you might encounter in a Singularity. Sometimes, the Holy Grail holder's control over a Singularity was unimaginably vast. Like in the London Singularity—if Adelson Falgao wished it, he could even erase all of London from the map.
Since he had begun to suspect that something was wrong with this Singularity, then something definitely was wrong.
Either the Singularity itself—the village—had a problem, or...
His own memories had been tampered with!
Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly raised his