Reincarnation Monarch

"Don't you have a right? You don't have the right to tell me?

Shester immediately asked Lennon.

Then Lennon spread his hands and gently shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah. Exactly."

Then Shester's eyes narrowed and sharpened as soon as possible.

"... that means you're not allowed to say anything to anyone, is it?

Then Lennon shrugged his shoulders and slapped his little neck.

"... well that's the thing. So for now..."

"Wait, Lennon, who is that? Who says we can seal the mouth not only of you, but of Signus, the Great Mage?

"... well, that's... that's not from my mouth either. You don't have the right..."

Then Chester raised his mouth slightly.

"That's a young man, isn't it? With a tough face...... no?

Then Lennon's complexion changed to Chester's question.

"... why do you think he's a young man?

"There was something Ars used to say that he was the SS chief. He said it was two men who were treating them to awaken the memory of the SS members. And one of them says he's an old man, but perhaps this is about signals. And now one... I hear he was a young, stern-faced man"

Then Lennon narrowed his eyes and clearly showed the color of vigilance.

"... Really? But isn't that why we can't just judge that young man is sealing our mouths?

Then Chester said without getting her hair in between.

"Ars's talk says it was the young man who always took the lead. Which means... it's situated above the signal."

"... I see. But... guess the old man is Signus, right?

"Right. But there's nothing else. It's a procedure to wake up memories, isn't it? If it wasn't for the legendary archdeacon class, it would have been possible. Then it would be a signal, no matter what you think."

Then Lennon shut his mouth and shut up.

"What's up? Lennon, can you hear me?

Then Lennon finally decided to be ready, breathing heavily and breathing deeply.

"... right. You can't help it where you hid it. Fine, you're right. The old man is definitely Signus."

"Well. Have you noticed? Then the young man..."

Then Lennon could cover it with loud voice blocking Shester's words.

"But! I'm not going to tell you who that young man is!

Lennon's face was red tide, and his eyes were running horribly bloody.

Shester frowned and observed how that Lennon was doing.

(... you're apparently a hell of a big guy with that young guy... and so is that, because you're even above that archdeacon conductor signals... but who the hell is that? Who the hell is that young, tough looking guy...)