"Y-you're... one of the Golden Race?"
The man stared dumbstruck at the Laurel Wreath above Ye Qiyan's head.
He had only learned of such a thing through stories he had collected in the past. He had never imagined he would see it on someone else in this day and age.
"Wrong. I'm human."
"Impossible! How could a human possess the Golden Race's Laurel Wreath? You're lying! That's the highest honor, something only the glorious can obtain! This Ritual I'm holding also... uh... uh... no! Why am I saying so much?"
He collapsed to the ground in terror.
Ye Qiyan toyed with Bewitchment in his hand and chuckled.
"Finally noticed? Your mental defenses are far too fragile. This is the first time I've seen a Top-Level Train Conductor obediently answer so many questions after all this time, even knowing about my Bewitchment."
He walked forward, and the man kept backing away.
"No, no! What Bewitchment? I don't know! Damn it, Altos, what are you talking about?! How have you, a member of the Golden Race, survived until now?"
"Hm?"
Ye Qiyan looked at him in confusion.
Didn't this guy already know I had [Bewitchment] at the start? Why was he now...
"Is it because of that slot machine? Oh, I see. A slot machine has to use currency. The currency isn't Train Coins, but... memories?"
"Aah!"
The man seemed to have lost his memories again. The golden lion's power seemed to be forcibly urging him to challenge Ye Qiyan.
He howled and rose to his feet.
The burning golden lion let out a thunderous roar.
"Hunt."
Ye Qiyan still felt no desire to fight this man.
He called softly, and his figure vanished.
The sound of machinery rang out high in the sky.
Dark gold specks of light flowed into it