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Huang Quan: “Really? But to me… there’s no difference.”

"The Black Swan arrived at a hotel room and looked around, but there was no one around."

"The guest rooms in reality are surprisingly plain..." Black Swan said calmly, "...just like your appearance, Miss Huang Quan."

"Her eyes were fixed on an exquisite work of art. Huang Quan openly placed the invitation from the family on the table."

"It was easy to get. It's this music box—an invitation to the Obliterators... Your memories are not yours alone—I know much, and I can predict even more—with a little skill, even the dead can speak."

"Black Swan held her breath, her fingertips lightly touching the gilded surface of the music box. The entire room seemed to be immersed in a swaying lake. The pendulum began to stretch and deform, and the paintings adorning the wall became distorted. It seemed as if a subtle sound was transmitted from the music box."

"The voices of the Grand Duke of Annihilation and his descendants echo through my memory. Black Swan isn't surprising. This is the memory of the initial delivery of the invitation... hazy and fleeting. The key point is the next part, about the underworld."

"Black Swan continued to close her eyes, but after a moment she frowned, quickly noticing something strange."

"...In my memory, there's no sound at all."

““▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ””

"The memory after that... is completely blank? How is that possible?... It's true that this music box fell into Huang Quan's hands and was brought to Pinocchio by her. That's how it should have been... But the process in between..."

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OVERLORD.

(How could this be? Could it be that Yomi’s own memories have a function similar to protective magic, preventing the Rememberer from seeing through them?)

(But this doesn't make sense. Black Swan clearly didn't spy on Huang Quan, but instead attacked her belongings. No matter how well she protected herself, she couldn't possibly protect her belongings, right?)

(What on earth is this woman...?)

Ainz sat on the throne, gently supporting his forehead with his hand. He had just been trying to recall what Huang Quan had said to Xing in his dream, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember it.

Not only that…even her face is a little blurry in my memory.

(Strange, when did my memory become so bad?)

Although he felt something was amiss, Ainz didn't think much of it. Instead, his small gesture of holding his forehead attracted the attention of the other Guardians—especially Albedo, who immediately came over and took the initiative to hold Ainz's arm.

"Lord Ainz! Are you feeling unwell? Would you like to rest in your room?"

"It's alright, Albedo. I do have a question for you."

"question?"

Albedo was stunned for a second, but then quickly returned to her usual elegant demeanor. "Excuse me, Ainz-sama."

"Hmm... What methods do you think Huang Quan used to block Black Swan's prying eyes?"

Chapter 377 Pinocchio (Fifty-six)

"Yellow Spring?"

Albedo's face rarely showed a trace of confusion.

"Oh... I know her, but Ainz-sama... is there anything strange about her?"

"..."

This sentence caused Ainz's thoughts to short-circuit for a moment.

What do you mean by "there's something strange about her"? Even a discerning person could see something odd about Huang Quan, right? They'd also witnessed Huang Quan's dance with the Black Swan. If they weren't already wary of Huang Quan after that, their vigilance was truly alarming.

But Albedo, as the chief guardian, obviously does not belong to this category.

Ainz's silence caused the entire throne room to feel tense. Although Albedo didn't know what crime she had committed, the Supreme Lord's reaction was undoubtedly a sign that her words and actions had disappointed Him.

“Ainz-sama! I’m so, so sorry! Please forgive me!”

Albedo knelt on one knee and lowered her head respectfully, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting to be punished.

"No, you don't need to apologize—"

Ainz turned his gaze towards the other Guardians and tapped the ground with his staff, making a high-pitched sound. "Demiurge, what are your thoughts?"

“I…Ainz-sama…”

Even the usually talkative Demiurge couldn't explain it.

Gradually realizing that something was amiss, Ainz began questioning the other Guardians, but the results were all the same—they either didn't remember what Huang Quan had said, or had forgotten everything and only remembered what had happened to Huang Quan recently.

"How could this be?"

Ainz pulled out a scroll containing detailed information on every character since the appearance of the Sky Curtain, including Yomi. But the moment the human-skin scroll fully unfolded, Ainz's finger bones suddenly froze in mid-air.

Where Huang Quan's information had been recorded, only a few charred burn marks remained. It was as if the writing had been erased by some indescribable force, and even the burn marks were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This... This is impossible... What on earth is this..."

His voice caught in his throat.

A piercing chill ran down his spine. It wasn't a magical chill. It was a more primal shudder, a shiver from the depths of his soul. It was as if some immense, unnoticeable monster was rolling through his world, not only leaving no trace but also, counterintuitively, erasing all records of the underworld.

It roamed freely in the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, the boundless darkness being the sea where it could move freely.

They were observing Huangquan, and in the dark, the huge monster was also observing them.

“A-Ainz-sama…”

Albedo raised her head with concern, gazing at the almost exhausted Supreme Lord sitting on the throne.

"...That's all for today, let's adjourn."

Ainz panted heavily, steadying himself on his cane. He could relate to the Black Swan's panic and embarrassment after the dance that day.

-

"The voices in memory bring more blanks."

“…It’s like someone erased it? Who did it…”

"Suddenly, a tiny female voice sounded in Black Swan's mind."

““▅▅▅ you▅▅ ▅▅▅ who▅▅▅▅▅▅ are▅▅▅▅▅▅””

""--Who are you?""

Black Swan frowned: "...What is this? ...No, this isn't a memory?"

"The voice seemed to be a bit playful: 'Oh... a Rememberer. Are you a servant of the Flowing Light Memory Court... or the Incinerator?' The voice introduced itself generously, 'My name is Constance... Nice to meet you. We were supposed to meet at Pinocchio and spend some... 'unforgettable' time together."

“But that seems impossible. Dahlia is not welcome at the Party Star, and I don’t need a coming-of-age ceremony… and you, I know what you’re looking for…”

"Want 'her' secret? I can give it to you, and then... enjoy the party for me." Constance smiled gently, "I wish you an 'unforgettable' memory."

“Ring, ring, ring—”

"The phone on Huang Quan's desk suddenly rang."

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Konosuba: God's blessing on this wonderful world.

In the Adventurer's Guild, Kazuma crossed his legs, eating barbecue and pointing at the sky.

"Huh? A dangerous person like Constance who controls [Destruction] is actually still alive? That guy Huang Quan is so inefficient..." He raised his head and took a sip of beer, feeling that although Miss Huang Quan was an envoy, she did not understand the precious principles of "eradicating the roots" and "this child must not be kept alive".

"But, she doesn't seem to be the type who likes killing people, right? Last time, she wanted to let that Grand Duke go..." Aqua said drunkenly, holding a wine glass.

Listening to the two of them chatting so enthusiastically, Darkness was confused and tilted her head: "Huang Quan... Do you two know her very well?"

“Nonsense, she’s a Commander, it’s hard not to understand her, right?” Kazuma didn’t know why Darkness had that expression. “Hey, hey, you’ve probably been infected by Aqua’s idiot virus, haven’t you?”

"Who are you calling an idiot!" Aqua jumped up in anger, but the next second she was a little confused. She recalled carefully, but it seemed that even she couldn't remember what Huang Quan looked like.

"Strange, she seemed to be chatting with Mr. Walter just now..."

Aqua vaguely felt as if she was looking at flowers in the fog. Although the name and experience were still clear, they began to become blurry like a damp photo.

Kazuma also sensed something was amiss. Considering the impact of the [Reproduction] fate in the previous simulation of the locust plague, he wasn't sure if they were being affected by some fate, or if the envoy himself had some special ability that had invisibly inflicted a negative effect similar to "memory fading" on them.

He immediately had Aqua cast a purification spell on everyone present. The next second, an extreme dazzling light erupted in the guild, but as the goddess' spell dissipated... nothing changed.

"It seems to be useless, Kazuma." Aqua found that the Yomi in her memory was still so vague.

“Is it really impossible…” Kazuma pondered. “The influence of the sky curtain, I wonder if Eris in the heavens can help repair it?”

"That's easy. Next time you die and see her, you can ask her to help you dispel the spell. If you revive again, maybe the negative influence of the Sky Curtain on you will disappear, okay?"

“…Does she have to wait until I’m dead?” Kazuma sighed. “What if she can’t do it?”

"Then just pull out her bra pads! And use that to threaten her!"

“…Hey, keep your voice down! People in Heaven can hear you clearly!”

Chapter 378 Pinocchio (Fifty-seven)

“The Interstellar Peace Corporation recently announced—”

“Under the guidance of the Market Development Department and in accordance with the Interstellar Peace Charter, Tsygannia-IV has established an independent United Emirates and secured a legitimate seat at the Interstellar Peace Conference—”

“This action brings an end to the planet’s long and bloody history. The shocking [Katika-Ewekin Extinction Case] ​​will become a distant past—”

“Tsygania-IV is located in the uninhabited zone at the intersection of the three major star systems of Drnies, Pruti, and Danube. The planet’s surface climate is known for its extremely harsh conditions, and it is constantly under the threat of impact from small celestial bodies—”

“As a result, the number of intelligent races that have settled on this planet has been reduced to a handful. They have split into several clans, mostly engaged in nomadic activities, struggling to survive in the arid and rainless desert wilderness, and have developed folk beliefs that are completely independent of the Star God system…”

"The announcement faded. The young mother huddled in a corner, clutching her baby tightly to her chest."

"…Tsyganya, Tsyganya. The parched eye of the storm, the land spurned by the gods… Stone without water, thunder without rain, blood without tears. You strike us with falling stars, refine us with thunder and wind, and chew us with the cracked earth… You give us the name of honey, but you smite us with the bitter knife (Kartika)."

““Three-eyed Earth Mother, if you can hear me, please open your eyes and look at this child…”

"When you took away his father, my child was still sleeping in the amniotic fluid. Where my husband is now, I will soon go too... I don't ask for a peaceful death, I only ask you to tell me, this sleeping child in his cradle... can he dream of his mother's heartbeat, the sound of rain falling on the ground? Please tell me, is life just a fleeting dream..."

"…Otherwise, why was this child born to die?"

"Suddenly, a young female voice came from outside the window."

“…Mom—rain! It’s raining! It’s real! Those strangers didn’t lie to us, they really made it rain…Mom, we can leave here…we can go home!”

“‘Go home… Ah… Triple-eyed Earth Mother, it’s you. Did you hear me? Thank you… Thank you…’”

The woman looked at the child in her arms with tears in her eyes, and gently brushed his face with her bony fingers. "Baby... listen! This is the sound of rain. On the day you were born, a gift like this from the Mother Goddess rained down from heaven."

“You are a lucky child, a blessed child… Just like your name, you are a gift from Him to Evikin… My child…”

“May the Mother Goddess close her eyes for you three times, so that your blood will always be thriving and your journey will always be safe…”

“…the scheme will never be exposed.”

“…Welcome to this sad world, Kakavasa.”

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Dragon clan.

"Is this baby Gold Dust? I thought he was a prince of a Tsyganian tribe, who was enslaved because the tribe was defeated in the war." said Caesar.

Chu Zihang pondered: "...In other words, there are two tribes on the planet of Tsygannia. One is the Evikin people where Shajin is from, and the other is the Katika people who are diametrically opposed to them. It seems that Shajin's tribe was the one that was massacred..."

"It seems that genocide is a common occurrence on every planet," Caesar sighed and shook his head. "A trick never fails... Perhaps Gold Dust relied on this blessing to get to where he is today?"

"But the family doesn't seem to be a place that would condone his tricks. Do you remember the robin's strange ability?"

Caesar was somewhat impressed. "It seems to be the resonance of [Harmony], right? What's wrong with that ability?"

"That ability seems to be able to directly affect a person's mind. It can be considered a kind of 'superpower'. If Robin has it, then Sunday... and even everyone who is protected by the family, possesses this ability."

Chu Zihang adopted a more serious tone. "But as of now, aside from his 'thinking' and 'eloquence', Sha Jin is no different from any other human being. In the face of the unreasonable power of fate... do tricks really work?"

-

"Hey, you should wake up, gambler."

"Sajin slowly opened her eyes, the dizziness receding like a tide. Her vision gradually focused, and she saw the familiar bar... and Professor Latio."

Shajin's voice was a little tired. He rubbed his head and said, "Oh my god, maybe Su Leda drank too much... I didn't expect you to come back so soon. How... did you find anything?"

"Just as you guessed: No one outside knew that Robin had been killed, not even a speculative rumor. The TV was still broadcasting her ceremony rehearsal—probably a stand-in—people were dreaming." Latio said calmly.