《The Demon King Will Die in 100 Days》 Day 1: Enter Demon King Encircled by a dozen sleeping bodies, a demon sat in a cold, stone-walled room. The demon¡¯s skin was black and twisted, like a long-dead tree burnt in the winter. Its body was nothing but arms radiating out from a central point. Each arm had many elbows. They danced around each other chaotically. The arms which ended in hands manipulated tools strewn haphazardly about the room. The arms which ended in heads loomed over the chaos, managing everything listlessly. Many of the demon¡¯s hands rested atop the sleeping bodies. Most of the bodies were homunculi: heads attached to a small blob of body with just enough organs to keep them alive. Some, though, were fully formed humans.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. Another figure entered the room. Her long, pale hair shone in the flickering torchlight. Atop her head was a crown of many horns. This was the Demon King. An arm ending in a head unfolded to address the new figure. ¡°Any news from Barbatos?¡± came the woman¡¯s voice. ¡°As usual,¡± the demon answered in creaking tones, ¡°there has been no progress on his mission. However, he did mention that Marbas missed a report.¡± ¡°He can manage his own men.¡± She gestured to one of the bodies. ¡°What of this one?¡± ¡°The connection is solid. With luck, we will learn many things.¡± Day 1: Waking Up Elsewhere, somebody awoke in bed. They opened their eyes and looked around. Where am I? The room was clean and sparsely furnished. Aside from the bed, the room had a couple chairs, a small table, and a chest of drawers whose top was a lone island of clutter. The air moved with a slight breeze but the walls had no windows, only bare cobblestone. What is this place? Getting up, their body felt weak and stiff. While rising they accidentally bumped the table, clattering a bowl of an ambiguous wet-looking mush that was on top of it. How did I get here? They spotted the lone door to the room, which answered that question. On the way there, though, was a wall mirror just above the drawers. The man in the mirror was another unfamiliar thing. I¡¯m¡ a guy? I¡¯m kinda old too! Wait¡ that shouldn¡¯t be surprising. Something isn¡¯t right. He looked down at the clutter and was struck that he didn¡¯t recognize any of it. Something which looked like a smooth candlestick caught his eye. Its base was oddly large, it was covered in strange markings, and the spot on top was rounded in such a way that any candle would immediately fall off of it. Stranger, the markings became most ornate on the bottom of the thing, which nobody would see without picking it up. ¡°Uh¡¡± The man looked over. A young brunette in a light blue tabard was standing in the doorway with a look of confusion and fear. He followed her gaze until it landed on the not-candlestick in his hand. ¡°Oh, uh, sorry,¡± he said, putting it back down. This seemed to put her at ease. However, she then said ¡°stay here¡± and ran off while calling for a doctor. The man peeked out the door to watch her go. So¡ hospital maybe? Maybe not, these walls don¡¯t exactly scream ¡°doctor¡¯s office¡±. Peeking further, he noticed there was a small letter board next to the door. It read a single word: Naiouyubi. Maybe¡ a name? Seems foreign¡ that¡¯s a lot of vowels. The hall was lined with doorways similar to his, each with a similar letter board. The man wandered over to the nearest one: Rioshkaltis. Also weird, but in a completely different way. Maybe they come from different places? ¡°Yubi! You¡¯re awake!¡± The voice had come from within the room the man was standing by. The interior of this room was similar to the one he¡¯d woken up in: bed, drawers, chairs, table. Another, burlier man sat half-covered on the bed, looking out through an open door. The hall was empty and there was nobody else in the room. ¡°Are¡ you talking to me?¡± ¡°What?¡± the man in the room laughed, ¡°Of course, my friend! You stand before me like hope itself incarnate! Seeing you is like seeing the sun return to a world of darkness, Yubi!¡± ¡°Uh¡¡± Wait, so that was my name? ¡°Right¡ It¡¯s good to see you too¡ em¡ Roi- no¡ Rios cal¡ Rio. Shkal. Tis. Right. Rioshkaltis.¡± ¡°Wha- Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯ve forgotten my name?¡± Naiouyubi chuckled, ¡°I was surprised to learn my own name just now.¡± All the life drained from Rioshkaltis¡¯ face. ¡°You forgot your own name? Have you also forgotten the promise?¡± ¡°I¡ uh¡ maybe, but I think a doctor¡¯s coming. I¡¯ll ask.¡± The other man was silent for a moment. Then, ¡°Yubi. I¡¯ll pray that your memory heals. After that, we need to talk. A lot has happened while you were away.¡± ¡°Righto. I¡¯ll do my best and¡ uh¡ head back to my room now.¡± He waved to the man in the room, the latter did not wave back. In his own room, the mirror captured Yubi¡¯s attention again. Apparently, he was a middle aged man with short black hair which greyed a bit at the temples. His skin felt real when he pinched it. His nose wasn¡¯t abnormal, but its shape felt wrong. The hair growing on his face and his arms and his legs felt itchy and disgusting. The objects below the mirror didn¡¯t seem to include a razor. Why is my body like this? Has it always been like this? Why don¡¯t I remember it being like this? When was the last time I showered? Who was that with the weird name? Why do I have a weird name? How can my own name sound weird? ¡°Eep!¡± Yubi fell from a squat at a knock on the door. After standing, ¡°Are you the doctor?¡± The woman in the doorway looked as though she¡¯d just seen a ghost. ¡°I am.¡± She gestured toward the chairs. Her outfit was similar to that of the girl from earlier, only she wore a long-sleeved garment under her tabard. I should get one of those. ¡°How are you feeling?¡± ¡°Erm¡ I feel alright but I can¡¯t remember anything.¡± ¡°Nothing?¡± ¡°Nothing. Only re-learned my own name a couple minutes ago. I¡¯m not sure where I am or how I got here.¡± He chuckled, ¡°Everything feels like some sort of weird dream.¡± ¡°So you don¡¯t recognize the names Aiyaloya and Voilauisan?¡± ¡°Honestly those don¡¯t even sound like names to me.¡± ¡°Okay,¡± she said, ¡°wait here a moment.¡± As the doctor left, the girl from earlier entered and took her seat. She was noticeably younger than the doctor, maybe even a child. Yubi asked, ¡°So if she¡¯s the doctor, does that make you¡?¡± ¡°I¡¯m an apprentice healer.¡± ¡°Not a nurse?¡± ¡°No?¡± she said, confused, ¡°I don¡¯t have children.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°You asked if I nurse?¡± ¡°No I¡ um¡¡± Yubi shook his head. ¡°Never mind.¡± ¡°The doctor told me to ask you some questions to diagnose the severity of your amnesia.¡±Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. When did she do that? ¡°Alright.¡± ¡°What color is the sky?¡± ¡°Blue.¡± ¡°How long does a person live?¡± ¡°About eighty years.¡± ¡°How many days are in a year?¡± ¡°Three hundred sixty five. And a quarter, I guess, because of leap years.¡± For a moment the apprentice looked shocked, but she hid it quickly. ¡°How old are you?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°What is your wife¡¯s name?¡± ¡°I have a wife?¡± ¡°So you don¡¯t know?¡± ¡°I guess not.¡± ¡°What is the most powerful weapon?¡± ¡°Probably the atomic bomb.¡± ¡°The¡ what? What is that?¡± Yubi thought for a moment. ¡°I¡¯m not sure, actually. Weird.¡± The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. ¡°Alright, that¡¯s all,¡± the apprentice said. ¡°Also, a year is only three hundred sixty days.¡± ¡°It¡ it is?¡± The apprentice left and a moment later the doctor returned. They didn¡¯t seem to exchange words in the hallway. The doctor pushed the mush bowl on the table to the side to make room for a jar of white powder. This revealed some markings on the table, similar to those on the thing that wasn¡¯t a candlestick. ¡°I forgot to mention it earlier, but my arms and legs are feeling a bit stiff.¡± ¡°That makes sense, you¡¯ve been asleep for over a month.¡± ¡°A- a month!?¡± ¡°Do you remember how to operate a diagram?¡± ¡°Wha- er- no. I¡¯m not even sure what that means.¡± ¡°I suspected as much.¡± She reached under her clothes, presumably into a pocket, and pulled out a rock and a piece of wood. ¡°Do you remember how to focus mana?¡± Yubi stared for a moment, trying to make the phrase ¡°focus manna¡± make sense. When he couldn¡¯t, he simply shook his head. ¡°Is that a no?¡± ¡°Oh, uh, yes. No. Yes it¡¯s a no.¡± ¡°Alright. In a moment, I will put this wood under your right hand. When I do, pay attention to the parts of your right arm which feel strong or weak and try to feel the sense of motion of that strength.¡± Yubi held the wood. His hand felt like some shape part of it was being stretched out somehow. It felt like his arm was pulling out past his fingertips without actually moving. The doctor touched the wood and then took it. ¡°That should be enough. Did you feel anything?¡± ¡°I think so?¡± He wasn¡¯t sure how to describe it. ¡°We can do that again if needed. Now, I¡¯m going to put this stone in your hand. When I do, try to recreate the feeling you had in your arm.¡± ¡°Recreate how?¡± ¡°Just try it.¡± Yubi held the rock. He tried squeezing it. Nothing happened. He looked up at her with confusion, but she maintained a neutral expression. When he¡¯d held the wood, it felt like stretching. He tried to remember what it felt like. For a moment it was perfectly clear to him. In that moment the rock began to glow. The shock of it was enough that he dropped the rock. After picking it up, he tried again. It wasn¡¯t consistent, but he could get the thing to flash on occasionally. When it worked, it was like flexing a muscle he didn¡¯t know he had. Each time he succeeded, he could feel the same body-place-motion that the wood brought on. After a couple minutes he got the rock to glow continuously, if flickering. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll leave those with you.¡± She pulled out a piece of paper. ¡°I¡¯m going to give you some dream powder, which should open up your mind. Once it¡¯s open, this diagram will let you navigate more easily. To use it, put your fingers on these circles and focus mana into the diagram the same way you did with the glowdust stone. These will only open your body¡¯s memories, so I¡¯ve called for the Librarian to draw you a soul memory diagram. Understand?¡± ¡°Um¡¡± he made the rock flash again. ¡°Kinda?¡± She scooped a bit of the mush from the bowl onto the surface of the bedside table. Then, she poured a bit of the powder from the jar onto it and mixed the two. After putting her hands on the table, the mixture disappeared. The doctor turned back to Yubi. ¡°When you start to feel the powder¡¯s effects, activate the diagram and try to remember something. Any questions?¡± There were many holes in his understanding, but none of them were question shaped. ¡°No. Or¡ what¡¯s your name again?¡± She looked away. ¡°Try thinking that question as you go under.¡± Then she left. A few minutes later, his body began to feel lighter and the stones in the walls appeared to rearrange themselves. Yubi took that to be the powder¡¯s effects, so he tried treating the circles on the piece of paper the way he did that glowing stone. What is the doctor¡¯s name? He was on a cold stone table in another room. Though he couldn¡¯t see it, he knew an elaborate diagram was drawn onto the table below him. His chest was marked with a severance spell to break the soul from his body without killing it. His head bore the forbidden mark of sharirachori, the body stealing spell. The room was filled with mana generators, kneeling at large inflow nodules. Two figures stood back from the rest: Yaldabia¡¯s head diagramist and head doctor. ¡°Are you sure about this?¡± the doctor asked. ¡°Now is not the time for second guessing, Sailokyuzu,¡± the diagramist answered, bitterness dripping off every last word. He gave the signal to the generators and the room glowed magenta. Who is that? Naiouyubi stood beside a young Toinoioeo outside the fortress of a wretched traitor nation which had given itself over to the demons. Inside the compound there was a thunder of footsteps. Toi flipped through a warbook of diagrams and planted his hand on a page. The two waited tensely as the last phase of Yubi¡¯s plan fell into place. Finally, ¡°Tulpa linking complete.¡± Toi looked up at Yubi hesitantly. ¡°Activate the warbook.¡± Toi turned away, closed the book, and held it up. Moments later, the footsteps went silent. Horror took over Toi¡¯s face. He fell to his knees and vomited onto the fortress walls. Naiouyubi had found Toinoioeo to be weak from the moment they first met. He respected that, despite his weakness, Toi still managed to become one of the greatest diagramists in Yaldabia. That was before he¡¯d gotten fat. Yubi put a hand on the youth¡¯s shoulder and tried to console him. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s their fault this happened. If they hadn¡¯t attacked us, we wouldn¡¯t need to do this. And if they had lined their clothes with fireleaf then they could¡¯ve avoided the spell.¡± ¡°Right,¡± said Toi with the voice of a dead man, ¡°right.¡± Who is Rioshkaltis? Two fasting young men, only a week into adulthood, sat beside each other before the empty pedestal under the church. They had started as a crowd of fifty. Back then, their fasting had been understood as abstinence from taste. Then, as the days went by, the group dwindled to a dozen. At that point, they understood it as abstinence from the satisfaction of desire. By the time only two remained, it felt as though they abstained from life itself. Then the noon bell rang in the church above. The two opened their eyes and, for just a moment, caught a glimpse of God upon the pedestal. It was only for a moment, though, and after they blinked it was empty once again. The two cried out. Finally they understood! This was true pain! This was the abstinence from God which the Demon King forced upon them! When Yubi and Rio returned from their fast, they swore, together, to do everything in their power to destroy the forces of the demons and bring God back onto the earth. Why can¡¯t I remember anything? Rio slapped Yubi to the ground. ¡°You fool!¡± ¡°Do you¡ ugh¡ do you not remember our promise to-¡± ¡°This is not destroying the demons! This is a foul heresy which spits upon-¡± ¡°You would do the same!¡± ¡°I WOULD! But I am not you! Of all people, you must not throw your life away!¡± ¡°It¡¯s not throwing my life away if I succeed! The other worlds have spells to put the demons to shame!¡± ¡°So you promise to live?¡± ¡°I will!¡± ¡°And you promise to return?¡± ¡°Of course!¡± ¡°And we will serve Leader Aiyaloya ¡®till our last breaths!?¡± ¡°WE SHALL!¡± Naiouyubi sat in the library reading a grimoire from an age of darkness before the modern Law. These heathens¡¯ iniquities beggared belief. Nations crossed into foreign worlds to rape and plunder. Old kings stole the bodies of infants to prolong their reigns. Men forgot that God was flesh and blood, worshipping gold instead. But then, in the mind of that old strategist, a plan took shape. It demanded the use of diagrams forbidden by the Law, but if I must be damned to do the will of Ya, let me be damned! Head diagramist Toi had tried to reject the plan, but Leader Loya sided with Yubi. The room glowed magenta. Head doctor Kyuzu turned her back and left, ashamed of her participation. ¡°Tulpa linking complete,¡± said chief diagram operator Rio. ¡°Send him off,¡± said Toi, covering his face. The severance spell activated, loosing Yubi¡¯s soul from his body. The sharirachori mark activated, scoring his soul to bind to a new body. The diagram which covered the table and floor snatched his soul away and flung him into another world. Day 1: Trish Yubi shivered through the comedown off the dream powder. He was lost in a fog of mixed visions and severed strands of memory. Though he couldn¡¯t see it, the diagram the doctor had given him had fallen off his lap. For a moment, he could see the room around him. Then it grew and shrank and the furniture changed and the walls rearranged themselves. He looked into the mirror, then into a pond, then into the eyes of a child he had lied to. At the next weak point in the noise, he tried to lift his hand. He saw it clearly for a moment but then it became another hand and he held that hand and it was warm and it was soft then it was strong then it came from someone else and he reached out and found he¡¯d grabbed his own wrist. The feeling was real, so he squeezed his wrist and tried to focus on it. His wrist became a boy¡¯s being dragged by his father, then an enemy in combat, then a woman holding him gently before it returned to reality. He looked up and saw an old woman watching him with a gentle expression. Her hair was a light grey-blonde. Her outfit was a weathered grey tabard over something with long sleeves. The room around her flashed and twisted and breathed but the woman stayed still. ¡°Are¡ are you real?¡± Yubi asked, hoarsely. ¡°Yes,¡± the woman nodded, ¡°do you remember me?¡± ¡°Ugh,¡± his head hurt. ¡°You¡¯re¡ the Librarian.¡± ¡°Good, you¡¯re doing well. Now, do you remember yourself?¡± ¡°Naiouyubi. I¡ I did something¡ it¡¯s all in fragments¡¡± ¡°Let¡¯s start with the basics. Do you remember the name Ya?¡± ¡°I-¡± A sudden clarity hit with the force of an avalanche. His mouth pulled away from the tears rolling down his cheeks. ¡°I forgot. How could I forget the¡ the¡ the name of God!¡± ¡°Calm, calm. Your mix of spells had an unexpected side effect, but it¡¯s one we-¡± ¡°All that powder gave me was images. I understand nothing.¡± ¡°Give it time. Your soul was away from your body for quite some time, they need to reconnect. Now, do you remember the last thing you did in this world?¡± ¡°I sinned!¡± The Librarian didn¡¯t respond and the silence hung in the air. ¡°I- no, I broke the Law for a higher purpose, I think. I went searching for spells in¡ my god, I stole a body. I took an innocent life!¡± ¡°Calm again, calm again. What happened after that?¡± ¡°After¡ I don¡¯t know. I woke up here.¡± ¡°So you don¡¯t remember the other world?¡± ¡°No.¡± ¡°Hmm. That¡¯s¡ more strange. The forbidden spell is meant to preserve memories when it moves a soul to a new body. Perhaps the travel between worlds disrupted it.¡± ¡°You say that like it¡¯s- ugh¡¡± his headache cut him off. The librarian pulled out a piece of paper. ¡°Kyuzu told me-¡± ¡°Kyuzu is the doctor?¡± ¡°You¡¯re right, I¡¯m being impolite.¡± The response was confusing but Yubi didn¡¯t say anything. ¡°She told me you would need this, so I¡¯ve already drawn it up.¡± He took the paper. It looked like writing but it was different from the names outside. ¡°Why can¡¯t I read this?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡ a diagram?¡± ¡°This one looks like language.¡± ¡°Perhaps it is, in some world. Anyway, if you power that then it will reify your soul¡¯s memory. It can be a bit unstable, so try to keep your mana flow constant.¡± ¡°What the hell is mana?¡± The Librarian¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°You¡ I thought the doctor told you.¡± ¡°She had me¡ um¡¡± Yubi looked around and grabbed something from the floor beside the bed. ¡°She had me hold this rock and it- wait, I think¡ mana is¡ it¡¯s¡ like sweating light or¡ maybe not¡¡± ¡°I¡¯d say ask the doctor when next it¡¯s safe to take the dream powder.¡± Yubi shivered. ¡°That stuff¡¯s too intense.¡± The Librarian pointed at the diagram. ¡°This one won¡¯t be as bad. It¡¯s less like breaking you open and more like reading your own mind.¡± She picked up the other diagram from the ground. ¡°You can use this to solidify the memory image again if you like.¡± ¡°Should I?¡± She bobbled her head side to side. ¡°I find it works better that way.¡± Yubi tried making the rock glow. He¡¯d evidently picked up some skill memory because he was able to control the brightness more easily. The Librarian watched. ¡°I¡¯d say a little less¡ There, that amount should work. It¡¯s best if you activate them both at once.¡± Looking down at the papers, ¡°Where do I..?¡± The Librarian pointed to spirals on the side of each diagram. Yubi nodded and turned his attention to the diagrams. What was the other world like? Soft. Squishy. Strange. Dry. Bright. Noisy. Smelly. Bars. Hard. Smooth. Cold touch. Voices. Shouting. Upset. Upset. Upset! Cry. Scream. Face wet. Voices louder. Voices softer. Clicklack. Creak. Lifting. Pressure. Soft solidity. Safety. Warmth. Love. Moving. Up and down. Calm. Calm. Sleep. Soft. That girl looked kinda¡ young¡ How old was she? Mama¡¯s birthday! There was cake! She got presents! It was exciting! Went to bed. Woke up. Went to bed. Woke up. Went to bed. Woke up. Outside with Mama. She had suitcase. ¡°It¡¯s cold.¡± ¡°I know, honey, I know. It¡¯ll be warmer at your Nana¡¯s.¡± ¡°I don wanna.¡± ¡°Me either, but¡ we can¡¯t stay here.¡± ¡°Why?¡± This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°We just can¡¯t.¡± Mama pushed stroller. ¡°No matter what happens, I promise you, you can stay with me. No matter who you become, no matter what decisions you make, you¡¯ll always be my little girl.¡± My little¡ what? Trish sat staring through the windshield at the door of a strip club as the night grew longer and longer. She was terribly bored. Glancing over at the man behind the steering wheel, she envied his ability to sleep. The man they were following had entered the establishment hours ago. They couldn¡¯t follow him in because that would apparently be too complicated for a trainee. The now-asleep driver had said the photos of him going in were probably enough, but that they should stay on him just in case the photos of him leaving were useful. Again, that was over two hours ago. A blond hair drooped in front of her face. She tried blowing it back into position, but the thing wouldn¡¯t cooperate. Figuring she had time, she undid her hair tie with the intent of merging the lock back in with its crowd. Then the man left the building. He wasn¡¯t alone. Here¡¯s her order of operations: take compromising photos of your target, fix your hair, then wake up your superior. ¡°Wuhbuh- sorry, looks like I dozed off¡¡± Glance at the clock. ¡°Jesus, is he still in there?¡± Trish shook her head. ¡°Did you catch him leaving?¡± Grinning, she held up the camera screen. ¡°Here he enters PT¡¯s at about midnight. Then he stays in there until a quarter after two and comes out with¡± she switched photos ¡°his arm around this latina chick and the two drive off together. Think we can ID her?¡± ¡°Yeah but¡¡± he yawned, ¡°prolly won¡¯t need to. If this doesn¡¯t satisfy the client, I¡¯m afraid just imagining what would.¡± He frowned. ¡°Actually¡ these are really good. I¡¯ve never trained a woman as young as you before, are you all photographers or something?¡± ¡°Nope, just me.¡± ¡°Huh. Was your dad, like, a photographer or something?¡± ¡°Um¡ well, I never met-¡± Yubi blinked and looked around. He was alone in the room. Then he looked down at the soul memory diagram. I guess the Librarian said it was unstable. How does that work though? He grabbed the rock in one hand and put the other on the diagram. Pushing about the same amount of mana through both, he tried using less than the Librarian said. As best he could tell, the thing didn¡¯t activate. Then he tried overpowering it. Doing this, the diagram gave a popping sensation where it would take in some mana, suddenly push all of it out, go back to taking it in, and repeat. So if I make the rock glow too little or too much, it won¡¯t work. I¡¯ll have to be more careful. He took his hands off both. Damn. I lived years as a woman. Wait¡ I wasn¡¯t asleep for years¡ He shook his head. There was still too much he didn¡¯t understand. The goal was to look for more diagrams. Yubi put his hands back on the papers. Did I find any spells in the other world? ¡°Happy birthday! Happy, happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy, happy day! Hey!¡± Trish looked around. The restaurant was warmer than the car. It was nice. Her mother sat across from her. She sang along with the servers. Her eyes were tired. A flip phone and a notepad sat next to her plate. The mother occasionally glanced at them anxiously. The waiters brought out a slice of cake. It had two candles on it. They were shaped like the number ten. ¡°Make a wish, honey.¡± Trish wished her Nana was still alive. She blew out the candles. ¡°What did you wish for?¡± She thought her mother would be sad if she told her. ¡°Wishes don¡¯t come true if you say them.¡± The woman chuckled, ¡°okay, fair enou-¡± She jumped at the phone ringing. ¡°Sorry, gotta take this.¡± She took the notepad with her and walked away. Trish ate the cake. It was sweet. Then there was none of it left. Her mother returned. The notepad now had the place and time for a job interview. She handed her an envelope. ¡°Just a card?¡± ¡°No pattycakes, open it up.¡± Inside the envelope was a birthday card. Inside the card was a folded piece of paper. Unfolding the paper revealed a drawing her mother had made. It came with a note. ¡°We¡¯re getting a cat?¡± Trish asked, excited. ¡°Yup. As soon as I can find an apartment, I¡¯ll get you a roommate.¡± ¡°Wow, thanks Mom!¡± That¡¯s not a spell. Did I find any actual spells? Nana was Trish¡¯s mom¡¯s mom¡¯s mom. She put her hand behind Trish¡¯s ear and pulled out a coin. ¡°Wow! How¡¯d you do that?¡± Months later she explained it was just a trick. That¡¯s not it. On the television, Trish and her mother watched a team of ponies shoot a rainbow at a dragon, turning him to stone. A few minutes later, they turned the tv off and went to do something else. Nope. A spirited discourse unfolded in the cafeteria. ¡°The force can¡¯t be magic because it¡¯s, like, midi-chlorians and stuff.¡± ¡°But that¡¯s prequel stuff. Before those came out, it was definitely magic.¡± ¡°Maybe¡ no, it¡¯s more like being psychic than magic.¡± ¡°Psychics are magic. The point of magic is that it isn¡¯t real.¡± Oh no. Yubi took his hands off the diagrams. I didn¡¯t remember being Yubi when I was Trish. That¡¯s why I didn¡¯t know what mana was: I spent decades in a world where nobody used it for anything. How did I even get back? He put his hands back on the papers. What did my last days in the other world look like? By the time she was twenty six, Trish had learned enough about tracking people down that she tried to apply her skills to find the father she¡¯d never met. Her mother never talked about him, but she was able to get her to say his name. Then, checking middle and high school yearbooks, she determined that he must¡¯ve gotten her mother pregnant in the summer of 1996 and then moved away before the school year began. This gave her a profile of ¡°family with a certain name who moved at a certain time over two decades ago¡±, which is not a lot to go off of. It did, however, narrow her options down enough to give meaningful leads. Her last memory in the other world was of driving down the freeway to follow up on a lead just out of town. She passed by a large truck and merged in front of it. Suddenly, she then remembered she was from another world and, realizing this place didn¡¯t have any spells, drew up some diagrams and returned to Yaldabia. Huh. I guess that makes sense. Once I realized he wasn¡¯t my actual father I stopped looking. And pretty quickly too. Yubi put the wood, rock, and papers on the bedside table and got up. They didn¡¯t have any spells, but it¡¯s not like I learned nothing there. Looking in the mirror, something else caught his eye. Remembering some of his life in the other world, he suddenly felt able to appreciate the difference in clothing design. He, Rio, the doctor, her apprentice, and the Librarian all wore variations on the same garment. It didn¡¯t resemble any of the dominant clothing types worn in the other world, which were mostly sheets of cloth cut and sewn to follow the contours of the body. Instead it was something like a long rectangular piece of cloth with a head-hole cut out draped over the shoulders to cover the body''s front and back. This leaves a gap up the sides, so cloth sashes are then tied around the body to hold it shut. Yubi¡¯s were tied at the front, presumably for access by the medical staff. He¡¯d been thinking of this garment as a tabard, but if the initial piece of cloth had been wider it could easily read as a poncho. Untying a knot, he pulled a sash away and glanced under the tabard on one side. While he wasn¡¯t wearing whatever long-sleeved undergarment Kyuzu had on, he was wearing a sort of tube top which ran from his pectorals down to just below his hips. He thought it was a strange thing for a middle aged man to wear, but the fact that it seemed to be underwear lessened this impression somewhat. A knock at the door. ¡°Yubi, are you awake?¡± ¡°Uh- yes, one moment.¡± He hurriedly retied the sash and opened the door. Standing on the other side of the door was head diagramist Toinoioeo. Toi was a short, stout man whose only hair was a thick pair of eyebrows which flared out at the sides. His tabard had wide shoulder pads and was embroidered with the nation¡¯s symbol: the hand from heaven. He was grinning widely. ¡°Naiouyubi, it is good to see you! Any news from the other world?¡± ¡°Yes! It¡¯s fascinating, their clothing developed completely differently from ours! Their garments consist of a top which covers the arms and torso and a bottom which covers the hips and legs. Their undergarments then consist of smaller versions of these same articles. Then, to adjust to lower temperatures they¡ uh¡ wait. You meant spells, right?¡± Toi¡¯s face had taken on deep concern with a hint of guilt. ¡°Yes, I did.¡± ¡°The other world has no spells.¡± The concern turned to horror. ¡°What?¡± ¡°None whatsoever. I had to relearn how to focus mana when I got back.¡± Toi stumbled over to the nearest chair. ¡°Great Ya¡¡± ¡°They weren¡¯t totally primitive, though. They were masters of chemicals and machines.¡± A ray of hope shone on Toi¡¯s face. ¡°Could this mastery defeat the demons?¡± ¡°Definitely! But I didn¡¯t learn any of it.¡± Toi buried his face in his hands. ¡°I was reborn without my memories, so I didn¡¯t know to search for such things.¡± He peaked through his fingers. ¡°Do you remember now?¡± ¡°Yes, the doctor treated me and I am gradually regaining my memories from this and the other world.¡± ¡°Well, that¡¯s good to hear.¡± Toi got up. ¡°The Leader will be back tomorrow, I¡¯m sure he¡¯ll be glad to hear of your recovery. Once you¡¯ve settled back in, you can begin to contemplate your next moves.¡± ¡°My next moves?¡± Toi turned to Yubi. He hesitated as though afraid of the response he would get. ¡°...yes?¡± ¡°Oh, you mean as head strategist. Which I am¡ right?¡± The diagramist grimaced. ¡°I wish you a speedy recovery, Yubi.¡± Oh wow I¡¯m screwed. Day 1: The Moon Yubi couldn¡¯t sleep that night. There was too much he didn¡¯t understand and too little he could do about any of it. So, he got up and went for a walk. The light in the rooms and hallway had dimmed significantly. This is despite the fact that neither the hallway nor the rooms had any windows. In the hallway the dominant light came from torches, but during the day it had looked more like it was illuminated by the sun. Curious. He wanted to go outside. When he got to the end of the hall, some half memory from his first life suggested that turning right was the correct way. At the next fork, he guessed and turned left. Eventually he got to a spiral staircase which a feeling suggested he should climb. At the top of the staircase was a door which led outside. Stone huts surrounded him. Given he¡¯d just come out of one, he assumed they also led down to stairways. So that was all underground? The night was dark, but barely bright enough to suggest a full moon. Following the faint shadows, he managed to spot the moon behind some tall trees. He wanted to see it. Thus he weaved his way through the huts, taking note of his route as he went. Eventually he got to a spot just before more forest began on the other side. Turning around, he looked into the sky. An eye looked back down at him. Its sclera glowed white and in the middle was written the number 4. Yubi sank to his knees in shock. ¡°Couldn¡¯t sleep?¡± He recognized the voice as the librarian¡¯s. ¡°I¡ uh¡ guess not. Are you seeing this?¡± ¡°Seeing what?¡± ¡°There¡¯s a giant floating eyeball in the sky!¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. She chuckled. ¡°You could call it that. Nice clear skies we have tonight.¡± Yubi took a moment to collect himself. ¡°Is¡ that the moon?¡± ¡°Yes?¡± ¡°Okay. The moon in the other world is very different, so returning to this one is quite shocking.¡± ¡°Ah.¡± ¡°Why does it have that black spot in the middle?¡± ¡°That¡¯s the shadow of the earth.¡± ¡°It- it is?¡± So either it¡¯s farther away, much bigger, or the earth is much smaller. ¡°Huh. Why does it¡ there¡¯s a number on it?¡± ¡°The fourth month begins soon. The day after the day after tomorrow, to be precise.¡± ¡°Did¡ it have a three on it a month ago?¡± ¡°Of course. If it didn¡¯t, it¡¯d be very hard to keep track of months and years.¡± ¡°Years?¡± ¡°Yes, the amount of time it takes the moon to make a full rotation. Did the other world not have years?¡± ¡°They do, just¡ Their sun tells them instead of their moon.¡± ¡°Wow. Timekeeping must hurt their eyes.¡± ¡°Well, it¡¯s¡ never mind.¡± Yubi and the Librarian watched the moon in silence. Then, ¡°It sounds like the diagram worked.¡± ¡°Yeah. It was unstable like you said, though. Do you have a better one?¡± ¡°Nope, that¡¯s the best one.¡± The silence returned. Then the Librarian moved. ¡°I¡¯d best get to bed.¡± ¡°...right.¡± Yubi couldn¡¯t stop staring at the sky. It was pitch black. There were no stars. There were no clouds. The only thing in the heavens was a slowly moving calendar tracing out a path opposite the sun. The part of him which was Naiouyubi felt that it was an obvious thing: Ya put the moon in the sky to mark the changing of the years. The part of him which was Trish was unsettled at a primordial level. As the watchful moon rose further into the sky, tiredness finally gripped him. He picked himself up and started back to his room. It was hard to find his way through the dark. Day 2: Sabotage A man woke up from an uneasy sleep and went to reread his own name: Naiouyubi. He found it strange that he was capable of reading it. I forgot how to use mana but remembered how to read. The two things were different in many ways, but he couldn¡¯t figure out which difference had made reading stick. ¡°Oh good, you¡¯re up.¡± The voice came from the doctor Sailokyuzu, who was approaching from down the hall. Yubi suddenly had the strange sensation of recognizing an old acquaintance for what felt like the first time. When she was an apprentice healer she¡¯d worn her brown hair short like the girl from yesterday. When she was a military healer under his command, she¡¯d grown it out. Now she wore it in a tight bun at the back of her head. That makes her about Toi¡¯s age¡ early 30s maybe? Yubi waved. ¡°What¡¯s up?¡± Kyuzu stopped, confused. She looked at the ceiling but there wasn¡¯t anything there. ¡°Uh- ne- nevermind,¡± he said and went back into the room. The man in the mirror matched Yubi¡¯s memory, but something felt off. He turned his head from side to side, opened and closed his mouth, contorted his features in this way and that, and no matter what he did the face didn¡¯t feel like his somehow. When the doctor entered he said ¡°The body I took in the other world was a woman¡¯s. Do you think that could have affected my mind somehow?¡± ¡°I suppose it¡¯s possible,¡± she answered. ¡°In my experience, men and women think differently. It¡¯s also possible that the people of the other world think differently from us as well.¡± ¡°Hmm¡ more time passed over there than it did here. How can that be?¡± ¡°That was part of your¡ plan. You picked a world where exactly one year would pass for every day which passes here.¡± ¡°To give myself time, I see.¡± He sighed and sat on the bed. ¡°I think I¡¯ll need to take the dream powder again. There are too many holes in my memory. Rather, it¡¯s more holes than not.¡± Kyuzu put her hand up and made a patting motion in the air. ¡°At the active dose it¡¯s only safe to take once a day.¡± She pulled out a leather pouch and showed the pills inside. ¡°I had these pressed yesterday. Be gentle with the bag, they break easily. If you get low, come see me before you run out. Remember at most one pill a day. Try to take them while using the diagram the Librarian gave you, it¡¯ll be better for lining up the two memory sources.¡± Yubi took the pouch. ¡°So¡ do I eat them?¡± ¡°Yes, I¡¯d suggest after a meal.¡± ¡°After a meal and once a day¡ say, what day is it?¡± ¡°The 29th day of the 3rd month. So in two days¡ Do you remember the day of prayer?¡± He remembered it took place every ten days, but that was about it. ¡°Vaguely but¡ Oh!¡± He got up. ¡°Excuse me, I should go talk to Rio.¡± She stopped him. ¡°What, he¡¯s just down the hall, right?¡± ¡°How do you know that?¡± Her piercing stare locked him in place. ¡°I- I spoke to him yest-¡± ¡°What did he say to you?¡± ¡°Uh¡ he told me¡ my name?¡± He searched her face trying to figure out what was happening. ¡°He also said a lot has happened. That¡¯s all.¡± She relaxed, slumped back into the chair, and pressed a palm to her forehead. ¡°That¡¯s all¡¡± ¡°In a memory I saw that we were friends.¡± She made the patting motion again. It was as though she nodded with her hand instead of her head. ¡°You two were like brothers in faith.¡± She sighed, ¡°He¡¯s not in that room at the moment.¡± ¡°...where is he?¡± ¡°He¡¯s¡ he¡¯ll be back.¡± She looked up at him. ¡°I think you should attend the royal court today.¡± ¡°Wha- um¡ okay? Do you think that would be wise to do without all my memories?¡± ¡°Your mind was opened twice yesterday. Some memories should come back naturally. Today is¡ important.¡± ¡°Alright¡ where should I go?¡± She got up. ¡°Come, I¡¯ll show you the way.¡± Yubi followed Kyuzu down the hallway. Passing Rio¡¯s room, he noted a closed door. She¡¯s acting strange, is it possible she has some reason to lie? Breaking from the previous night¡¯s instinct, they turned left at the end of the hall. There was a spiral staircase almost immediately in that direction. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°Wow, so close,¡± he said. ¡°I¡¯ll remember that.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t bother.¡± He grew more tense. Something was strange here but he wasn¡¯t sure what. They climbed up to the surface, walked over a ways to another stone hut, and entered it. As he thought, this one had its own staircase inside. This one went further down than the one they¡¯d started on. The room they entered was still well lit, though. Circles on the ceiling seemed to glow with daylight, flickering occasionally. The room had a prominent, closed door on the side opposite the staircase. Its inhabitants were Yubi, Kyuzu, and a pair of wood armored strongmen at the sides of the door who watched them with neutral expressions. ¡°There,¡± she said. ¡°The royal court is in session. You don¡¯t need to participate, just observe and wait for memories to return. Now, I have patients to attend to.¡± ¡°You¡¯re not coming in?¡± She looked at him sadly. ¡°Did you not remember my name?¡± ¡°Sailokyuzu?¡± ¡°Yes, and I don¡¯t have an invitation.¡± She turned away, wished him luck, and left. Do¡ do I need an invitation? Is that the trap? He walked toward the doors, looking at the guards for any sign of hostility. They watched him back and showed no signs of stopping him. He tried to unlatch the door as quietly as he could. Inside, someone was giving some long winded speech with a mild echo. Yubi stepped into the room. It was enormous, especially for something underground. It must have taken forever to hollow this out! The ceiling arched up ornately. Intricate columns stood along the middle. Between the columns was a long carpet with an intricate pattern of hands. The speaker stood midway between the pillars at the far side of the room from the door. Just past him was an elevated platform atop which sat a large throne. Distance made it hard to make out the figure on the throne. Still trying to be quiet, he turned and latched the door. The klacking of the latch into place echoed through the room. He turned back from the door. Standing to the sides of the carpet, past the columns, were two crowds of people. The edges of the crowds were staring at him. Yubi froze in place, unsure of what he was supposed to do. Then the crowd on his right shuffled about, seeming to make an opening. He scurried in. He was suddenly aware of his outfit. At the start of the day he¡¯d changed from one plain, light blue outfit to another identical one which he¡¯d found in a drawer in his room. This was not the style of the crowd he¡¯d entered. The women mostly wore long, flowy velvet-like garments shaped vaguely like ponchos tied narrow with sashes which gave their figures some definition. The men wore simpler, more strictly fit tabards but with a lot more ornamentation pinned on. Compared to both, he felt like the only one in the room not trying to make an impression. Since he still couldn¡¯t quite make out the speaker¡¯s words, Yubi tried to move forward in the crowd. This turned out surprisingly easy: people seemed to step out of his way on their own. The man on the throne came into view. His platform was something like a pyramid, with a couple chairs at lower steps to his sides. On one side sat a rough looking man with a long beard, wood armor, and a number of brightly colored badges. On the other, at a level below the armored man, was Toinoioeo who listened to the man on the carpet¡¯s speech with intensity. Yubi recognized the man on the throne as Aiyaloya. His tabard was wide with shoulder pads and embroidered with the most detail in the room. He wore a crown on his head. I guess that¡¯s the royal of the court. Loya was a young man appearing in his late teens to early twenties. He had the look of someone who hadn¡¯t yet fully mastered masking his own boredom. When the speech ended, Loya spoke. ¡°So you¡¯re saying the diagram to Kassia is fixed and we can expect their ambassador on the second?¡± The man on the carpet bowed. ¡°That is right.¡± ¡°Yes. Tell them we await our opportunity to welcome the new guest. Phrase it something like I just did, it seems the Kassians need to learn the value of brevity.¡± A few chuckles echoed from around the room. ¡°Alright, who¡¯s next¡¡± Loya looked around the room. He locked eyes with Yubi. ¡°Oh! You¡¯re back! What¡¯re you doing down there?¡± He wants to know what I¡¯m doing here? ¡°well, I was told the court today would be important and I wanted to hear what that man was saying and-¡± ¡°What¡¯re you mumbling about? Come, take a seat!¡± Loya gestured to a chair on his left. The last of the crowd stepped away from Yubi. He looked around and then stepped out of it. Then he stepped onto the carpet. Then up to the platform. He crept onto the bottom of the pyramid and then looked back and then up at Loya. ¡°What¡¯re you doing?¡± the man in the crown chuckled. ¡°Make haste!¡± Yubi scurried up to the chair and planted himself in it. He looked down at Toi whose face showed abject horror. ¡°Odd, that¡¯s not like you,¡± Loya said. Then something seemed to occur to him. His face went darkly serious. He turned to the other crowd. ¡°Bring out Rioshkaltis.¡± Yubi¡¯s eyes widened as a pair of wood armored guards stepped forward, his old friend bound between them. Rio towered over the guards. The size of his arms alone justified his restraints despite his lack of struggle. ¡°For those who have been away,¡± Loya said, ¡°remind us of the charges.¡± One of the guards stepped forward. ¡°Eight days ago, on the twenty-first, Rioshkaltis is accused of sabotaging the diagram to Kassia. He was sighted in the facility by diagram operator Kainolautis. Immediately after, an ambassador was to arrive from Kassia. However, the moving diagram was damaged. The recoil from the diagram killed three Kassian mana generators. Rioshkaltis is thus accused of sabotage and of causing the deaths.¡± ¡°And the sentence?¡± Loya asked. ¡°We have opened diplomatic talks with the nation of demons. Head judge Oataoesia suggested offering someone for possession by an ambassador. Rioshkaltis did not contest his charges and was given this sentence.¡± Loya turned to Yubi. ¡°The sentencing took place two days ago. I was in Alzabatya at the time, so it has not been finalized yet. I¡¯m sorry you had to return to this.¡± He turned back to Rio. ¡°You still do not contest your accusation?¡± Rio¡¯s eyes were locked on the ground. ¡°I accept the punishment.¡± ¡°So be it. Guards, take him away.¡± Yubi watched the two lead him out the door, petrified. Sabotage? How could you do this? Nothing felt real anymore. It was like when he first woke up. Of all people, why you? Then the gears of his mind turned. The day of prayer took place every ten days. The next one was in two days, on the first of the fourth month. So, the last one would have been eight days ago, on the day of the sabotage. He and Rio had never missed a day of prayer before Yubi went to the other world. Rio couldn¡¯t have done it! He would¡¯ve been at church! Day 2: He Could鈥æª�e Done It As the royal court proceeded, Yubi became aware that it wasn¡¯t exactly the kind of court he had been expecting. While Loya passed judgements occasionally, the event seemed more focused on a number of official types making announcements and giving various updates. It was a meeting, essentially. Aiyaloya conducted the proceedings well. He had an effortless seeming control over the mood in the room. Just by raising his hand, he could get the crowd to quiet down and focus on a speaker. Occasionally he said something which elicited laughs from the crowd. If they were honest, then that meant he knew the room well enough to produce that reaction. If they were just playing along, then the room knew him well enough to answer when he asked for a reaction. Either way, everyone followed Loya¡¯s lead. Between that and the crown, Yubi figured he was some sort of king. The speeches went a bit over Yubi¡¯s head. The stimulation was enough to bring back some faint memories, but most of the meeting seemed to have prerequisites locked behind the dream powder pills he¡¯d left in his room. One man, for instance, had stepped out of the crowd to give a speech on some new development in the design of something called a tulpa, which only Toi seemed eager to hear. It gave Yubi a lot of time to consider other things. Kyuzu started acting weird when I brought up Rio, who was accused of sabotage while I was away. These two things may be connected: how? The first thing she did was stop me from going to his room. I suppose that makes sense: he wasn¡¯t there, he was here. Maybe she brought me here to show me the situation? Or could it be some freakish medical treatment to get me to remember more? In either case it would make more sense to just tell me what¡¯s up with Rio and explain the purpose of the treatment. Moreover, neither of those fully explains her behavior. She was concerned about what Rio may have said to me, she was weirdly dismissive when I noticed how close the stairs were, and her reason for not coming in with me was¡ She said she didn¡¯t have an invitation, but before that she brought up her name. Why would her name matter there? Yubi sighed and rested his chin on his hand. Rio¡¯s accusation doesn¡¯t make any sense either. What exactly is he accused of having sabotaged? That guard said a diagram was damaged in a way that¡ killed someone. So whatever was damaged, this ¡°diagram¡± was likely the same kind of thing that sent me to the other world and which forms the basis of my treatment. If my memory diagram was damaged would I¡ die? He looked down at the academic, who was now holding up a sheet of metal. I remember hearing the word ¡°tulpa¡±, even saying it. How can I not know what it means? This is ridiculous¡ He looked up at Loya, who did not seem impressed by the sheet of metal. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Your father¡¯s name was¡ Ouyavaoya. I guess he was the previous king? I didn¡¯t see his face yesterday, it¡¯s a wonder his name comes to mind at all¡ Thus Yubi¡¯s mind continued to drift. He considered his old title of ¡°head strategist¡± from before he¡¯d left, but realized he didn¡¯t fully remember what that meant. He contemplated the chair to which Loya had directed him, and whether it made sense for an amnesiac to sit so near a king. He leaned back to look at the high ceiling. Why hollow out a huge underground room when a surface building of the same size would require moving less material? ¡°All right, good work everyone,¡± Loya said, snapping Yubi back to attention. ¡°Let¡¯s have lunch. Bring out the table!¡± The two crowds on either side of the room stepped away from the central carpet. In an instant, a literal blink of an eye, the carpet disappeared and was replaced by an enormous table which spanned the length of the room. Yubi blinked in disbelief. Did that table just¡ appear? Out of nowhere? A moment later, chairs popped in around the table, answering his question. Loya stood up and turned to Yubi. ¡°Is something the matter?¡± ¡°Hmm?¡± Yubi eyed the door on the opposite side of the room, thinking of Rio. ¡°You were just so quiet today.¡± ¡°Oh, uh, I¡¯m still recovering from the¡ thing.¡± ¡°Recovering?¡± ¡°Yes. Amnesia.¡± ¡°Oh, I¡¯m sorry to hear that. Memory loss is treatable if I recall rightly.¡± The bearded, armored man who had sat on Loya¡¯s right side stepped forward. ¡°Sir, let¡¯s proceed to-¡± ¡°Not now Gor, can¡¯t you see I¡¯m talking to Yubi?¡± A look of irritation spread across the man¡¯s face as he turned and walked down the platform. Yubi watched him go, worried that he¡¯d done something wrong. ¡°Now then, when did you get back?¡± ¡°I woke up yesterday and got some treatments for my memory from the head doctor and Librarian.¡± The moments of Loya sentencing Rio and sending away that Gor person overlaid his face. ¡°Er¡ uh¡ they¡¯re working very well. I woke up not knowing my name and now, look, here I am, fit as a fiddle!¡± ¡°...pardon?¡± ¡°I- doing very well. The treatments are going very well.¡± Loya nodded. ¡°Makes sense. The Librarian knows some of the weirdest diagrams.¡± Loya stepped closer and lowered his voice. ¡°I don¡¯t know if you¡¯ve remembered yet, but get a second opinion on your condition. Kyuzu isn¡¯t the best at breaking bad news to people.¡± ¡°Isn¡¯t that¡ important for a doctor?¡± Loya laughed. ¡°A healer heals. If you took half her genius, she¡¯d still be the best around.¡± He turned and started walking. ¡°Come, let¡¯s have lunch.¡± Yubi looked at the door again. ¡°Actually, I was thinking-¡± ¡°It¡¯s a shame, the situation with Rio. You were his friend, any idea why he did it?¡± Hurrying after, ¡°Are you sure he did? If I¡¯ve got the dates right, that would¡¯ve happened on the last day of prayer. He couldn¡¯t have done it while he was at church, right?¡± Loya shook his head. ¡°You¡¯re half right, Yubi. The timing is unlike him, but it doesn¡¯t point in his favor. You and he always stood out during the ritual of prayer. Your absence didn¡¯t change his habit. That¡¯s why it was so strange when I and everyone else in attendance that day noticed he wasn¡¯t there.¡± Day 2: Uneaten Soup The seating at the table mirrored the chairs on the platform around the throne. Yubi sat between Toi and Loya. He stared at the empty place at the table before him. I could¡¯ve sworn¡ he was my friend¡ I thought I knew him¡ Yubi turned to Loya. Weakly, he asked, ¡°What¡ exactly did Rio damage?¡± ¡°The diagram to Kassia.¡± Yubi just looked at him blankly. ¡°Oh my, the amnesia¡¯s that bad?¡± ¡°What is the diagram to Kassia?¡± ¡°It¡¯s the diagram that sends you to Kassia.¡± ¡°...okay?¡± A woman in a black tabard with white frill trim placed a tray in front of Loya. She walked away and then another did similarly for Yubi and so on down the table. Each tray had four things on it: a thick paper straw, a metal object which looked like a small, flat pair of tongs, a cup, and a round object with a narrow top which looked something like a vase or a gourd. The cup was filled about four fifths of the way. Its contents smelled of fruit with a light sting of alcohol. Maybe they can¡¯t purify water in this world. He put the straw in the cup. Do I know how to do that? Toi tugged at his sleeve and whispered forcefully. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Yubi took the straw out of his mouth and looked around. Loya hadn¡¯t started yet. Was I supposed to wait? A couple people around the table had already picked up their cups and started sipping from them. He looked back with confusion. Toi sighed and tried to speak gently. ¡°Yubi, the straw is for the soup.¡± Yubi leaned forward to look into the vase thing. It was indeed filled with soup. ¡°O- okay. Thanks.¡± ¡°So Naiouyubi,¡± Gor leaned forward from the other side of Loya, ¡°how did the expedition fair?¡± Toi put his hands up and stammered, ¡°W-well you see, at the moment Yubi¡¯s-¡± Loya spoke. ¡°The other world is momentarily obscured by a fog of amnesia. When this fog lifts, we will reap the other world¡¯s spells.¡± ¡°Well,¡± Yubi said, ¡°actually, I-¡± Gor interrupted, ¡°A shame, that. I would have thought you¡¯d come to court more prepared.¡± ¡°Gor,¡± Loya warned. ¡°But I suppose using untested methods like you did was bound to carry some risk.¡± Toi defended, ¡°It wasn¡¯t untested. We were able to consistently send out tulpas and have them return unharmed!¡± Gor chuckled. ¡°Do not insult your friend, Toinoioeo. Is Yubi here nothing more than a clump of mana to you?¡± ¡°W- well, I-¡± ¡°In any case, I was referring to the other part of your spell. Remember that?¡± Yubi looked up with eyes of fear and guilt. He means sharirachori, the body stealing spell. ¡°You know what they say about lawbreakers, Naiouyubi. They hesitate to bring God back in fear of His judgement!¡± Loya put his hand up. ¡°That¡¯s enough, Gor.¡± The bearded man leaned back, seemingly satisfied. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Yubi moved his straw and tried the soup. It was a creamy thing that felt heavy in his stomach. ¡°So, Yubi,¡± Loya said, ¡°Has anything returned to you about the other world?¡± He grinned, ¡°Tell me, what were the women like?¡± ¡°I was one of them.¡± A silence hung in the air. Yubi sipped his soup. ¡°I was reborn in the other world in a woman¡¯s body. I lived decades there without ever using mana. Instead of diagrams, they became masters of fire and lightning. However, the family I was born into did not give many opportunities to learn this mastery. And, furthermore, I got amnesia when I went there just as I now have, so I didn¡¯t know to search for anything. Does that answer your question!?¡± He regretted his tone the moment he looked into Loya¡¯s eyes. The king was reduced to the child he¡¯d been when Yubi first met him. Yubi was head diagramist at the time. Ouyavaoya had assigned him to teach his son how to focus mana. Little Aiyaloya was a slow learner at first. He would take the glowdust stone in his hand and would only get it to flicker unsteadily. Then Yubi had him hold a fireleaf root and return to the stone again. And again. And again. At one point, Yubi had lost his patience. ¡°Do you not feel what the root pulls from you? Can you not just do that? Remember your name! Is it just for show?¡± Little Loya had looked at him the same way back then. It was an expression of sad, scared powerlessness. Yubi had regretted his tone back then too. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, young master. Look, let¡¯s try something else. Take the stone in your right hand and sit down. Good¡ actually, let¡¯s try your left hand for a change. Okay. Now, using your left, try reaching out to me. No, don¡¯t lean forward, just extend your arm out as far as it goes. Further. Come on, you can go further. Now, keep your arm out and close your eyes. Imagine stretching your arm out towards me. Imagine you could stretch across the room to reach my voice. Now, stretch for real. Reach your arm across the room, I¡¯m right here. Good, now open your eyes!¡± Loya dropped the stone the moment he saw how brightly it was glowing. ¡°And that, young master, is how you focus mana!¡± Yubi had never raised a child, but the way Loya smiled that day made him understand why someone would. He opened his eyes and found himself slumped over the arm of his chair. Looking around, he saw figures standing around him with concerned expressions. The vase had a trail of soup running down the side which led to a puddle on the table, as though it had been knocked over and set back up. Did I pass out? Yubi looked up at Loya, who had regained his regal demeanor. He was so much bigger now. I remember you now. Yubi wiped a lone tear from his cheek and got up. ¡°It seems I still have some recovering to do. Please excuse me.¡± He started toward the door. Loya stopped him momentarily. ¡°Be careful, okay?¡± Yubi nodded and continued on his way. He passed Gor on the way to the door. ¡°Looks like you aren¡¯t the smartest man in the room anymore, eh?¡± Yubi didn¡¯t respond. I don¡¯t even know who you are.