I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

I simply cannot comprehend this guy's brain.

"No? What are you talking about? Haven't you been talking to me the whole time? Has your bloodline affected your brain?"

She was annoyed and wanted to shake off Fingel's hand, so she decided to go find Frilian.

It's time to leave this place... Although the material conditions are good, with plenty of food and drink and no worries about anything, and the accommodation is also very nice... isn't the price too heavy?

Besides, she had more important things to do.

Unfortunately, Fingel was not about to let her go. Did she think she could run away?

"...? Let go? What are you trying to do? Please don't do this."

Flame frowned slightly, wondering if she could stop being so unreasonable... Then she saw Fingel's eyes and immediately had a bad feeling.

Damn... this guy is incredibly strong.

[Flame has doubts about you...]

[Keywords for increasing favorability....]

[Implantation failed!]

[Affection Level: 199 (Friendly)]

[Note: Favorability has reached the critical point]

Fingel nodded decisively, "You're absolutely right, sister."

"Yes I do!"

"You understand me so well. You're such a good woman, Flame."

Why would I hold you back if you didn't want to?

?

? ? ? ? ?

Good woman... wait!

It took Flame, a very well-educated woman, a long time to realize what this guy was talking about.

Is Fingel's brain full of sludge?!

"No... let go! Didn't you just arrive yesterday?"

Flame's eyes widened in terror. She looked around and saw several maids sweeping the ground outside the garden, where many leaves had fallen recently.

“Yesterday is yesterday, what does it have to do with today…” Fingel’s long fingers suddenly gripped Flame’s slender wrist, and with a swift twist, he pinned her arms behind her back. As he drew near, he brought with him the scent of pine mixed with rust, and the leather armor brushed against her silk dress with a soft rustling sound.

"You...let go! This is the garden! Haven't you learned your lesson from last time?"

Flame gritted her teeth... Doesn't this guy know the place? What does he take me for?

"Don't move." Fingel lowered his voice, his mouth almost touching that pearl-like earlobe, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it... just like tasting nectar.

In an instant, the tips of Flame's ears turned crimson.

[Flame has doubts about you...]

[Keywords for increasing favorability...]

[Affection level keyword implantation... Implantation failed]

[Triggering...physiological response!]

[Triggering...emotional fluctuation keyword!]

"Get away...you pervert...not here..."

Flame is still very traditional.

She was reminded once again of the fear of being controlled.

It's terrifying. Lately, she's been trying to avoid this guy... He's like a donkey, never getting tired.

Don't you get tired of doing that kind of thing?

Flame felt her ears burning, and what she found even more unacceptable was that, perhaps as a conditioned reflex, her body also became hot.

All those memories, whether joyful or painful, rushed back at once.

When did I become this kind of woman?

It's all this guy's fault!!

“No, this is just punishment---!” Fingel said tactically, his other arm around the girl. “If you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment.”

Flame realized that violence wouldn't work to break free... Even if her master, Seria, came, it would be difficult to escape once her hands were held by the warriors.

"What did I do wrong? You can't be unreasonable, wait... don't get so close!"

Feeling the foreign object approach, Flame's face turned bright red... What's worse, she noticed that the maids seemed to have seen it too, and they were all looking down from a distance.

You secretly curse me in your heart.

Fingel said righteously.

[Flame has doubts about you...]

[Generates intermediate favorability attributes....]

[Implanting in progress....]

"Please be reasonable, Mr. Fingel," even the well-mannered Flamel couldn't help but sneer. "If you simply want to do that kind of thing, you don't need to make excuses, okay?"

Unfortunately, she wasn't aggressive at all; Fingel even found her disgusted expression hilarious.

"Oh? You should have said so earlier! I wouldn't have made excuses."

"Get away... ah, no... get away... um~!!!"

[Entry successfully implanted...]

[Flame's favorability +10]

【Favourability: 209】

...

A few minutes later, outside the garden.

"Miss Frilian, entry is not permitted at this time. Please wait a moment."

Several maids stopped the female elf who wanted to enter the garden to find Flame. The noble lady was on important business, and it would be awkward to go in now... mainly because they knew about Flame's teacher-student relationship with Frilian.

Frillie tilted her head, looking at the blushing maids, and asked questioningly:

"Why? What is Flame doing?"

"In progress..."

"Shh! Lady Frillien is still a child, please don't talk to her about such things!"

"Lady Frillien, you didn't hear anything!"

The maids unanimously decided that Lady Frilian should not be exposed to such muddy matters, so they coaxed her and took her to the kitchen to eat something delicious.

Frillie;?

What...are you saying?

What is this guy saying now? What is Flame doing?

Then, amidst her confusion, Frillie was taken away without any resistance.

...

ten minutes later.

"It's delicious!"

While eating her steak, Frillie smiled contentedly—she felt that living here was really nice.

I think I'd only get a little tired of this kind of life after about thirty years.

Completely unaware that for every bite of food she ate, Flame paid a 'heavy' price.

Author's Note: A book by a fellow member of a PY group.

"Life on the Star Railway, Transformation W"

"Do you know?" In the darkness, March 7 shone a flashlight on himself from bottom to top, "Hengshi is actually not human."

“Oh~~”

"He is a Memory Collector from the Memory Garden of Flowing Light, whose mission is to collect memories..."

"Oh~" Hoshi nodded thoughtfully, "What about the Flowing Light Memory Garden? Can all those who remember transform like Eternal World, transforming into that... that, oh right, Kamen Rider?"

"Don't interrupt me." March 7th glanced at Xing. "I don't know about the others, but it seems only Hengshi can transform. I remember him explaining it. What did he say again?"

"Memory records everything and carries everything. Memory originates from all things and has the power of all things. It writes stories and carries memories. This is the origin of memory."

Heat

A small flame lit up the dimly lit carriage. Hengshi appeared beside the candlelight with a book in his hand, looking somewhat helplessly at the embarrassed March 7th and Xing.

"You guys are up in the middle of the night, what are you doing? Alright, Xing, instead of listening to her anecdotes, why don't you listen to our old adventure stories?"

"Let me think, which memory shall we savor today?"

Chapter 67: Still a Youth Upon Return

The entrance to the manor garden is hidden behind a white archway covered with wisteria, and the morning light filters through the feathery leaves of the sycamore trees, casting dappled patterns of light on the pebbles.

Fingel and Flamel left the garden together—to be precise, Fingel, who looked somewhat listless, and Flamel, whose complexion was somewhat rosy but who looked refreshed.

Meanwhile, Frilian, guided by her servants, met with the two men.

"Flame, you've been acting strange lately." Frilian looked at her master with a puzzled expression. "I feel like you're acting a little different."

! !

Flame's smile froze upon hearing this. Florian always seemed to have a keen sense of things at such inopportune moments... Well, how should I explain this?

But as expected of a female mage who can deceive, her expression quickly returned to normal, and she quietly took two steps back, subtly fanning her neck with her small hand.

Trying to remove the odor.

"Oh? Maybe it's because our mental state has improved. No demons have been bothering us lately, and our living environment has also improved a lot."

Is that the case?

Frilian couldn't deny that, theoretically, that was correct—but as a female elf who had spent some time with Flame, she felt that something must have happened to Flame.

Because he wanted to see something funny, Fingel quietly opened the entry. Normally, having an entry hanging above one's head would be really weird—to be honest, it really affects the desire to communicate. You can instantly know what the other person is thinking, which can sometimes make you feel awkward.

For example, like this now.

The description above one of the elves' heads looks like this:

What has Flame been up to lately? There's this strange smell about her... kind of floral scent, but what exactly is it?

Frilian looked at Flame suspiciously, her nose twitching every now and then, as if trying to confirm—her memory was excellent, so she remembered it quickly.

It seems to be called... Photinia?

She wasn't quite sure, and said she might look up some information later.

And this is how it is with Flamme:

[Seriously... that bastard Fingel, having to do it in a place like that... now Frillian is about to find out, what are we going to do?]

[Could I research some magic that could temporarily disable sexual function? No, no, no, that would be too much. I can't use magic for my own personal gain... But protecting myself shouldn't count, right?]

While Flame was smiling and talking to Frilian, she was thinking terrible things.

The two were completely unaware that their inner thoughts had been fully revealed—and the hypnosis system, in essence, is a double-edged sword used to stab those close to them in the back.

Ah, you could also say it's a butt thorn. Look at your back, bro?

And this person is now feeling like he has a thorn in his side!

Fingel shuddered, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Flame... What a terrifying woman! She actually... actually tried to harm my kidneys?