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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Chapter 3 Juist Academy (3)
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“Here it is.”
“…”
Guided by Kanto, Sei-an stepped into the room and paused, taking a moment to survey his surroundings.
The room appeared to be for three people, with everything from the beds onwards divided into three sections.
As expected from an institution jointly run by the imperial and royal families of the continent, even though it was a room shared by three, its size was far greater than two typical rooms combined, so it didn't feel cramped at all.
Furthermore, every item in the room was immaculately arranged, and each room even had its own private bathroom.
“That’s your spot over there.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Kanto pointed to the leftmost spot, telling Sei-an it was his, then entered the room himself and plopped down onto the middle bed.
“You probably don’t even remember my name.”
“No.”
“I suppose it was never a name you cared about… It’s Kanto.”
Settled in, Kanto watched Sei-an begin to unpack his belongings and reintroduced himself.
It was a name he had taught him once before, but one that Sei-an had never called him by since.
“As you know, I’m Sei-an.”
“Yes… I know.”
Sei-an, for his part, also shared his name anew, and Kanto couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation.
He had been enrolled here for a long time, and they had shared this room for just as long, yet this was the first time he had heard his name directly from Sei-an.
Kanto felt a bitter, yet oddly pleasant, feeling wash over him.
“Why did you come back?”
Kanto asked Sei-an what he was genuinely curious about. There was no particular reason for him to return to this place after leaving due to the accident.
If he were Sei-an’s parent, he would never have sent him back to a place with such unpleasant memories.
“I came because I want to know the reason.”
“Reason?”
“Yes.”
“…?”
“The reason why I had to die, that is.”
“…!”
But a moment later, at Sei-an’s words, delivered with an impassive expression, stating he had come to find the reason he had chosen to die by suicide, Kanto stared at him with wide, astonished eyes.
“I had a feeling the reason I chose death might be here.”
“…If you knew that, shouldn’t you have avoided coming here even more?”
Kanto found it even harder to understand what Sei-an was trusting by returning here, when there was a possibility that the reason he had to die was still present.
“The best way to deal with lingering unease is to confront it directly and resolve it.”
Sei-an let out a small chuckle, spoke to Kanto, then resumed unpacking his belongings.
“…”
Kanto watched Sei-an and said nothing more. There was no reason for him to interfere with the choices Sei-an made.
‘Do people really change so much after losing their memories?’
Kanto then found himself recalling once more just how different the Sei-an he had known and watched in this room for so long was from the Sei-an standing before him now.
“By the way, there’s something I’m curious about.”
“Hmm?”
As Sei-an was unpacking, something seemed to occur to him, and he spoke to Kanto with a rather serious look in his eyes.
“What are you curious about?”
“Do you know where *that* is?”
“That?”
“The rag.”
“…What?”
“Excuse me, but could you please get me a rag?”
“…”
At Sei-an’s subsequent words, Kanto was left staring at him with a blank expression for a long moment.
“…What do you need a rag for?”
“Are there multiple uses for a rag? Obviously, it’s for cleaning.”
“…”
Seeing Sei-an looking for a rag to clean, Kanto had to doubt his own eyes and ears, and took a long time to sort out the confusion in his mind.
