In the void, countless memories floated like stars.
Getting hurt, collapsing, falling, despairing.
The sight of the man who had to grip his sword even while shedding tears was utterly pitiful. It also held a strange immersive power, so I and ‘Senior Elsie’ silently appreciated the man’s memories for quite a while.
How much time had passed?
We couldn’t stay like this forever, so I cautiously opened my mouth. Outside, a life-or-death bloody battle must be raging.
“Can you see it properly?”
“No.”
It was an immediate answer.
Inwardly, I let out a sigh of “as expected.” If she could see it properly, she wouldn’t be sitting here so quietly.
In the memories, women with seemingly extraordinary relationships appeared at a glance. Even if ‘Senior Elsie’ was more mature, since the original was Senior Elsie, her reaction would be obvious.
In fact, I couldn’t see all the memories either.
Some images were only faintly visible like afterimages. Especially one memory didn’t even show a blurry image.
It was a recollection that felt particularly deep with sadness.
There was no way Senior Elsie could view all of the man’s memories.
My guess was soon proven.
“I can’t see detailed images. Probably because those are memories not permitted to me? But the rough emotions are conveyed. So very sad, painful… And yet, that sense of duty to rise up, despairingly so.”
The girl’s voice reciting her impressions…