Huh? Are they all real?...

Will Moen be angry with Aier?

Of course not, she was with him for almost his entire life.

Moreover, in Moen's view, this was entirely his fault.

“Aier, you need to know that I will never be angry with you, so don’t say these things.”

"However, your question did catch me off guard. Clearly...clearly..."

Moen wanted to say that he had hidden himself so well, but then he realized that he hadn't hidden himself at all.

There are a lot of problems, but we're just trying our best to delay them so they don't explode immediately.

"Fine, how did you figure it out, Air? I think I hid it pretty well for you."

On my side?!

El, who had only poked her head out, suddenly became alert.

Could it be that Moen is hiding something from someone else?!

Ah, yes, Queen Ansa!

Queen Ansa was a student he had personally mentored, and that woman was absolutely determined to find her teacher.

That is, my Moen!

But why are you hiding it?

Moen had no idea what Aier was thinking. Moen was simply surprised that Aier suddenly sat up straight from under the covers.

Although she was wearing pajamas, her figure was so hot that she only liked to sleep in pajamas.

So, seeing the great being spring up so quickly, Moen was stunned for a moment before immediately shifting his gaze.

He doesn't like El, and he can't cross the line.

It's normal to be attracted to someone; restraint is human nature.

Noticing Moen's gaze, Aier immediately blushed and hid back under the covers.

He then said in a muffled voice:

"Free Iris".

"what?!"

“You told me about the origin of the free iris when I was a child, so when I heard about the free iris over there, I guessed it.”

After a brief moment of confusion, Moen's eyes widened in disbelief.

You remember things I don't even remember?!

Moen didn’t doubt what Aier said; he was just surprised that Aier actually remembered things from such a young age.

"That was indeed my oversight, but you've locked me down based on that?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Al, who had transformed into a quilt caterpillar, finally spoke:

That's why I asked you.

Aier didn't reveal that the Queen wanted to find Moen through her, nor did she mention the crucial information the Queen provided—that the person who cared for her so much was right beside her, and was very young.

El disliked the Empress, who had obtained things she had never received.

Moreover, Ayl clearly understood one thing—she and the Queen were no longer partners.

They are the enemy!!!

Moen suddenly realized.

If he wasn't a time traveler, then he shouldn't know about Trajan Westeros, so his actions just now amounted to a confession.

Although I did confess.

"Oh, it's this."

"Moen, why are you Trajan? Trajan's existence is clearly more significant than ours. Moen, you know about time travelers, right?"

Moen nodded and said:

"Yes, I know."

"Then why are you Trajan? Trajan lived many years before even the earliest of us. Does that mean the first group wasn't actually the first group?"

But that doesn't make sense either, Tula's era was twenty years ago.

Aier suddenly narrowed his pupils and looked at Moen, saying:

"Moun, are you the Moun I know? Are you really the Moun I've known since I was a child?"

If time travelers can go there, why can't people from that side come over?

Or perhaps Trajan Westeros was a terrifying being.

Moreover, Moen has always appeared too mature since childhood.

That's not how a child should behave!

Moen was taken aback by Aier's fear at first, then laughed as he realized what was happening:

“I am Moen, the Moen who grew up with you since childhood.”

"Really?!"

Aier's voice was trembling.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if her theory were true.

That would really leave her unsure how to face Moen.

After a brief silence, Moen reached out and pulled back the blanket covering Al.

When Moen noticed that his hand had touched her, Moen saw that Al trembled.

This left Moen feeling helpless and heartbroken.

This silly girl.

Moen pulled back the blanket covering Aier, then took her hand and looked earnestly into her eyes, saying:

“Aier, I am indeed Moen. We grew up together. You would come to the orphanage to see me every day, play with me, and bring me an extra cup of hot milk. I remember all of this very clearly.”

"I am who I am, and I have always been who I am."

"Since you are a superhuman, you should know that the eyes don't lie!"

“If you can remember things that I don’t even remember, then you must remember that these eyes have always been like this.”

Looking at the sincere Moen, and those eyes that had always been so.

Only then did Er breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it was my own stupidity.

But the thought of this made Ai'er blush instantly, her face flushing red with embarrassment.

She silently became the quilt caterpillar again.

Moen chuckled and poked her blanket, saying:

"How did you even come up with this? I've been replaced by Trajan?! El, that's hilarious."

Aier did not answer, but Moen seemed to see the mist rising from the blanket.

Seeing this, Moen asked curiously:

"El, let me ask you something. If I had really been replaced by Trajan from childhood, what would you have done just now?"

The quilt caterpillar wriggled a few times in front of Moen.

Then, Ai'er braced herself tightly on the edge of the bed with both hands and struggled to straighten her back. Wearing only a thin nightgown, she looked at Moen with utmost focus and seriousness.

After a long while, El slowly lowered her head, her eyes filled with conflict and unease. Then, she carefully reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and grasped the corner of Moen's sleeve.

Amidst Moen's bewildered expression, El gently tugged at Moen's sleeve, her movements soft yet tinged with urgency and struggle. Finally, unable to contain her grief any longer, El burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as she cried out:

"Please, please give him back to me!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, as if those few words had exhausted all her strength. Like a wounded little animal, uttering its final plea in despair.

Seeing that Aier had actually started crying, Moen panicked immediately:

"Aier?!"

Looking at Moen, who was at a loss and trying to comfort himself.

Suddenly, Er stopped crying and started laughing:

“Mount, this is something you told me when I was a child.”

"?!"

Moen, who had just gotten up, froze on the spot.

Is this something I told you when you were little?!

Ah, I remember now, this is a popular internet joke I saw before.

Damn it, what did I say to a little girl who knew nothing when I was a child?!

“But, Moen, if that’s really the case, then I may have no other choice.”

Upon hearing this, Moen hesitated briefly before gently reaching out and hugging Aier, saying:

"Aier, I met you first."

Did Moen meet me first?

So he was indeed Trajan, but, as Trajan, he and Ansa, the student he supported in Trajan's capacity, all happened after me?

Suddenly, Aier was satisfied with everything.

And besides, she's currently in Moen's arms.

This made her greedily snuggle even closer into Moen's embrace.

After gently rubbing his forehead against Moen's chest, Aier said contentedly:

"That's enough, Moen."

"Thank you, Air."

Then, Moen released the somewhat bewildered Air.

What, that's it?!

Moen clearly couldn't understand El's astonishment; he simply asked curiously:

"So, how is the Southern Territory?"

Looking at Moen, who really didn't seem to feel anything, and the caterpillar-like blanket with six cat whiskers on its face, I suddenly had a strong urge to hug Moen's head and take a few bites to see if it was really filled with straw.

But in the end, Ayl suppressed all of this.

That's fine, that's fine too.

If I were to bring it up, this guy would probably be caught in a dilemma between me and Ansa, that woman who wants to cheat but acts all high and mighty.

Wrapped herself in the blanket, determined not to show Moen any of the scenery, Er said seriously:

“Prince Adela has come to Baratheon, and he seems to know that you are alive.”

Prince Adela?

who is it? !

Adela, who was revered even by an emperor, was just a nobody to Moen, someone whose name he couldn't even remember.

"Um, Er, who is Prince Adela?"

Aier was also stunned. "No, how come you don't even know a prince?"

And Prince Adela seems to be from around the same time as you, right?

"Your Highness Adela, the eldest son of Lady Aurora! Don't you know?"

Ah, the son of that woman Aurora.