Whoong.
A desolate city I had once entered.
The void wind blowing through and the foggy surroundings...
It was through this feeling of déjà vu that I became aware I had seamlessly entered the dream I had the previous night.
I thought it was merely by losing consciousness that one could enter such a state. Should I be thankful to my brother for this experience?
"Pheloi! Are you here? Pheloi!"
Regardless of anything else, finding Pheloi was the priority.
As I crossed the ruins with that sole thought, I spotted a shadow standing amidst the fog.
Was it Philoi?
"Chuckle. You've finally entered."
No, the body was too withered for a normal human.
An old corpse draped in black rags.
A being that could be summed up in a single sentence, and one I recognized as well.
"...Gorgon Zola."
More precisely, a mass of will replicating his memories, a curse he had implanted in me.
"You needn't be so wary. Right now, I can't exert any power over you."
The reason his voice felt particularly weak wasn't only because I had resisted his curse for three months and maintained consciousness.
Just seeing him was enough to understand that.
"Quite a fierce child you are. At first, I left you alone, thinking I'd be helping you grow, but once you directly rejected me, you said I was useless and discarded me, didn't you?"
Dust dispersed from the tips of his slowly raised hand.
The disintegration of his flesh, manifested in the mind, signified his diminishing power.
Yes, even if left alone, he would disappear before long.
"Where on earth did you pick up such a monstrous being?"
But even as he became aware of his impending demise, his voice still carried a sense of interest.
Though merely a curse, it was an assessment by one of the Four Knights, considered one of the greatest calamities to humanity.
It wasn't something to be taken lightly by a mere foreigner like me.
"...Where is Pheloi?"
Yet, my priority remained unchanged.
Recalling the child who had innocently laughed in my arms, I asked without hesitation, and soon Gorgon began to gather himself and turn to leave.
"Come along. I'll tell you about my hometown and take you to where that child is."
"...Hometown?"
"It won't harm you. It should be a story that helps you understand the child."
Gorgon Zola strode through the fog-engulfed, abandoned city.
His steps to the ruined castle at its center were without the slightest hesitation.
As if this desolate city, thought to have no ties to him, were his 'hometown' he mentioned.
"Do you know of the Kingdom of Briton?"
We reached the audience chamber after arriving inside the ruined castle.
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I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents
Action[the i do not own and fanfic that is heavily inspired by the original work][Author(s)글로벌레[dark fantasy] Description [Unique Trait - Those you meet will remember you. No matter what happens, they will remember you forever.] In a world on the brink of...
