Watching Ram walk away, John felt not only helplessness, but even more confusion and doubt.
In his remaining memories, his impression of Ram was limited to the academic and magical discussions they had once shared, with Ram being the one who usually approached him with questions.
Yet for some unknown reason, Ram's attitude toward him had undergone a completely different change one day, and later Ram had even cut off all contact.
As for Professor Barn, whom Ram had just mentioned, and the matter of giving up the position of first Demon King candidate, he had no memory of either whatsoever.
He had never even heard the name John von Maslow that Ram had spoken.
"The most important thing is that when I fooled Bob back then, I just casually made up some nonsense about being a candidate for head of the Eye of Truth. How did I somehow become the first Demon King candidate—and even reject it?"
"Then there's the Drow matter. I only fabricated that history based on the plot materials, so how did we end up with some ancestral reunion nonsense while exploring Galil? And why did I get two Drow holy artifacts because of it?"
"What the hell is going on?"
Could it be that he possessed some cursed golden finger where anything he said was destined to fail?
If that were true, then if he wished to become an Empire general, display unrivaled military prowess, and never retire...
Wouldn't that curse him into becoming a political executive and retiring successfully within three years?
"This is a little too absurd..."
John rubbed his brow with a headache, his handsome face filled with melancholy and helplessness.
Yet he also knew that the situation in Faoken had now completely slipped beyond his control. Unless something unexpected happened, under