“…What? A regressor?”
“You may have heard the term once or twice. It refers to someone who returns to the past from the future.”
“…”
“I’m no different. No matter how many times I die, I come back to the spring of my twentieth year. I’ve been repeating the same life over and over.”
“What are you… What in the world are you talking about…?”
“If you find it unbelievable, you’re free to disregard it.”
“…”
But if she did, this conversation would end here.
Watching Queen Raviosa’s face freeze in shock, Tesilid continued calmly.
“In the lives I’ve lived, this isn’t the first time we’ve met. Yet neither of us knew each other’s true identities. And in every life… you were always hostile towards me.”
“…”
Tesilid held back, refraining from mentioning the lives after the seventeenth iteration, unable to speak of those memories in Ailet’s presence. Instead, he condensed it all into a carefully chosen, sanitized summary.
But even that was more than enough for Queen Raviosa.
She knew all too well…