The Return of Lilietta - Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

“What are you talking about?”

“For another world, the language and writing are far too similar.”

Rita blinked. Language and writing—it was something she hadn’t thought deeply about. Because.

“…We had knowledge injected into us during training. All sorts of languages were included in that, so Pascal kidnapped us and then injected the Ashen World’s language… That’s why we could communicate naturally there, right? This is our homeland, so of course we know the language.”

“Think back slowly again, Rita. What were the language and writing of the Ashen World like? Compared to this place.”

She frantically searched her memories in confusion. And she couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Now that you mention it…”

“Almost identical, right? The shape of the letters, the pronunciation, the language.”

“What the hell. This is strange. If it were another world, there’s no way it could be this similar…”

“Rita, that world, the place where we grew up and fought.”

Gid took a breath and declared.

“It’s the future of this place.”

“…What?”

“We didn’t cross worlds. We crossed time.”

Rita froze with her eyes wide open. Her head began to spin.

“Not another world but the future? Then, then that means this place will someday become like the Ashen World? Why? How?”

“You already know the reason.”

“…The magical beast war.”

“Right.”

Gid wore a bitter smile.

“The future after the sun’s fire went out in this world, magical contamination spread, magical beasts ran rampant, existing civilization completely collapsed, endless war continued, and the Last Line of Defense was built. That was the world we were summoned to.”

Rita recalled the Ashen World where even the sky wasn’t blue. She recalled the land where it was hard to see even a single blade of grass and where dead people could be found everywhere.

She recalled this beautiful and peaceful world where she was born. She recalled the green forests and magnificent castles, the streets full of people.

This is the same world? This world will change like that? It was a truth she didn’t want to believe.

“Gid, how did you know that? How can you be certain? Just because the language is the same…”

“I saw Pascal’s records. After you died.”

“Where? The Star-Filled Research Facility? That’s the place Pascal used, right?”

“So you were already guessing the identity of that place. I thought you would.”

“He taught us how to find the entrance. It was obvious.”

“Well, you’re the one who figured that out… Rita, after you disappeared, we examined the records that were there in detail. That’s how we learned. What we are, what Pascal’s purpose was.”

“What we are…?”

Gid seemed to contemplate how to explain, rubbing his lips before speaking.

“After regaining your memories, weren’t you curious? Why Pascal summoned us to create ‘Pascal’s Children’?”

Rita had considered the possibility that her kidnapping was a political conspiracy ever since hearing about the Imperial Royal Family from Lindsey.

However, if what Gid said was true, this wasn’t that kind of issue. She answered quickly.

“Of course I was curious. Why he did such a thing, how he even managed it. According to you, Pascal summoned souls from the future and possessed them into orphans’ bodies, right? What meaning could such a thing have?”

“It had meaning, to him. We weren’t ordinary souls from the past.”

“Not ordinary?”

“From Pascal’s perspective, we were resurrected heroes from the past.”

Rita’s mouth fell open involuntarily. Resurrection? Heroes from the past? Truly unimaginable truths were pouring out.

Gid, who had been watching her reaction, got up from his seat and went to fetch a quill and paper. He spread the paper on the table and began writing while speaking.

“Rita, do you know the origin of the name Pascal?”

“I don’t know. Don’t tell me that name isn’t his real name?”

“Sharp. That’s correct.”

He wrote another word below the name Pascal.

“In the religion of the old era, there’s a legend that a savior sent by god died and was resurrected to save humanity, and there’s a festival commemorating that day. That’s Easter. In the old language, it’s called Pasca.”

“…That’s the event the Shadea Order holds every March.”

“The Shadea religion became ‘the religion of the old era’ in the future. From the point when it failed to save humans from magical beasts, religion became a relic of the old era, right? Divine power became contaminated just like magic, and even priests turned into magical beasts—how could the same faith be maintained?”

Gid chuckled and pointed to the word Pascal with the tip of his quill.

“Anyway, Pascal has traditionally been a name given to children born on Easter. It also means something related to Easter… Stretching it, it could mean something that has been resurrected.”

His golden eyes darkened deeply.

“In Pascal’s research records, the term used to refer to us was ‘the Resurrected.’ But he couldn’t call us ‘the Resurrected’ when introducing us to Command. Same goes for us, the parties involved. So instead of ‘the Resurrected,’ he slightly twisted it to give us the name…”

“…Pascal’s Children. That meant resurrected children?”

“Right. And the mage who created ‘Pascal’s Children’ naturally came to be called ‘Pascal.'”

“The order was… reversed. It wasn’t Pascal’s Children because Pascal created them, but Pascal because he was the person who created Pascal’s Children…”

“Exactly.”

Gid drew a line next to the name Pascal. Then he wrote the term ‘the Resurrected’ and wrote symbols and formulas beside it.

“Descendants’… bodies?”

“Why do you think the bodies we used in the Ashen World resembled our original bodies so much?”

He pointed to his own face and continued dryly.

“Because those were bodies that carried our blood.”

“…!”

“Pascal didn’t pick up orphans. He found descendants of past heroes and made them into orphans. He summoned the souls of their heroic ancestors into those children’s bodies and possessed them. What was created that way were ‘the Resurrected.'”

“Made them into orphans? Insane, completely insane…”

“Right, it was insane. Kidnapping children, erasing memories, implanting false memories, sometimes killing perfectly healthy parents to make them orphans… Yet to Pascal, this was merely a simple preparation process. He was even more out of his mind than you think.”

“…”

“Pascal’s research records contained countless experiments he conducted to create the Resurrected. At first, it seems he brought adults and tried to insert their ancestors’ souls from their prime. But that failed miserably. Adults with solid egos didn’t possess well.”

“So he used children?”

“Summoning ancestors from their adult years into children’s bodies also had many problems. Probably due to the disconnect from the difference between physical age and mental age. There are also records saying that prime heroes’ egos were difficult to educate or control… So the most stable combination he found was a child’s body with the hero’s childhood.”

“Why the hell did that bastard do such things?”

“Because he needed many heroes.”

Gid raised the corner of his mouth obliquely and added.

“Pascal was trying to mass-produce heroes to fight the war against magical beasts.”

“For such a purpose?”

“For that purpose, at least.”

“At least?”

“He had other purposes too, but those were more like wishful thinking. His realistic goal was the mass production of heroes needed for war. That was quite successful. You know well how big a role Pascal’s Children played in defensive battles, right? Without us, the Last Line of Defense would have collapsed long ago.”

“I know that, but damn… I can only think that he was just insane. Just how much of that crazy shit did that bastard pull?”

“Enough that finished products could be stably supplied to the Last Line of Defense. So it was easily over thousands of times.”

Gid answered in a cynical tone and wrote more items next to the Resurrected formula.

“Combat memories from their prime, you mean.”

“If you summon a hero’s childhood into a child’s body, you can’t immediately deploy them to battle. So he separately summoned the soul from that hero’s prime when they were active, extracted only combat-related memories, then injected them into the childhood soul. Do you understand what kind of process this was?”

“…Those were the memories that were injected every time we slept.”

“Right, and the process of making those memories usable with the body was Pascal’s special training. That’s why we learned so quickly. We were injected with combat techniques optimized for ourselves that had been developed over more than ten years, and experiences of our future selves’ victories, so we had no choice but to grow rapidly.”

“Then the reason all the Pascals easily adapted to battlefields and performed greatly was also…”

“Because the heroes he selected were such people. People who chose to fight rather than flee before magical beasts. Those who became history and left their names even during civilization’s collapse. Those who achieved tremendous results with crude techniques when Oaths were just being discovered and oath methods were just being found.”

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