Since then, Number Two has been tackling training even harder.
I should say that it’s not because I recommended revenge. If anything, it was the conversation that followed.
I thought about this as I heard him, but it sounds like his enemy demonified.
I remember hearing from a drunkard seeker that seekers that kill people in the dungeon become demons. Some retain their sense of reason, but looking at the Niijima brothers, that’s not an easy thing.
I told that to Number Two, and his eyes are wide open with surprise.
“Demonification? People becoming monsters… It’s a little hard to believe, but, wait, but…!?”
It seems he has something in mind, as he scratches his head. Then he starts speaking again.
It’s shocking, but it’s about the job that man had other than being a seeker.
He was basically a dog of the government.
Not like police or self-defense force, he would talk down, or secretly eliminate seekers who were enemies of the country.
Most of it happened after they left the dungeon, but apparently he also worked in it.
That has to be it.
But I’m surprised they picked a fight with the Seeker Association and were okay. Did the Seeker Association approve? Hm, something catches my attention, but I can’t quite put my finger on what.
Now I’m mulling.
It’s like there’s a bone stuck in my throat. Maybe it’s because I’ve been away from society for years, but I have questions about what he said. But what questions?
This hazy feeling is making me feel sick.
It’s kind of like how I can’t say people’s names. Maybe I’m just going crazy, but I feel like there are external factors.
Taking away people’s memories. What a frightening phenomenon.
“Hum, is there a way to bring people back from demonification?”
Nope, not that I know of. I heard about this after taking them down. Ah, that old man might know.
“Really!? Who is it!?”
Wait, I’ll remember. That was a long time ago. Hum, hm, sorry, I didn’t ask his name.
“What!?”
Calm down. I remember the name of the place where we drank, you can go there and ask. He was this dirty guy with a beard. You’ll know who it is.
“That’s nothing to go on. Don’t you have anything more specific?”
Hm… I feel like he was a part of a church. I’m pretty sure.
“Church? Like Buddhism or Christianity?”
No, a more minor one. What was it called… Sorry, I can’t remember, but their headquarters was near the dungeon, so look into it. You’ll find it quickly.”
“Near the labyrinth? Was it there…?”
I’m pretty sure. Maybe not anymore. It was a shady religion, and it was a long time ago.
“I see. I’ll look into it. If there’s a chance, I’ll bet on it.”
Okay… Well, if you’re taking revenge, call me. I’ll help.
“I would be happy to have your help with something else…”
Leave it to me, I’ll train you.
“Eh?”
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