Chapter 227 - 3−31
"Theodore-sama! Please, look at me!"
The moment the door closed, I rushed to Theodore-sama's side and placed my hand on his shoulder. Without even looking at my face, he brushed my hand away and stood up with the same perfect posture as before.
"Theodore-sama..." I stared at my rejected hand in disbelief, standing there dazed.
"Hmm, this has become troublesome," Lute-sama said in a leisurely voice, lowering his brows. He walked up beside me and placed his hand near Theodore-sama's eyes.
Lute-sama closed his eyes and chanted an incantation. Suddenly, blue flames surrounded Theodore-sama.
"What are you doing!"
"Magic analysis. I am merely checking his condition. Please rest assured." Lute-sama smiled at me as I tried to stop him.
"Wh-what do you mean? Theodore-sama is safe... right?"
"It is difficult for me to say this to you, Rachel-sama... but while he is Theodore Camus, he is no longer the original Theodore Camus."
"What...?"
He is Theodore-sama, but not Theodore-sama?
"Please speak plainly. What is happening to Theodore-sama right now?"
No matter how I looked at it, Theodore-sama was in an abnormal state. I needed to know what was happening inside him. I didn't need a roundabout explanation; I needed to know his condition so I could do something about it.
Seeing my desperate state, Lute-sama scratched his head and let out a sigh. His expression immediately turned serious.
"Theodore Camus... that is, Viscount Frion, is currently in a state where his memories have been extracted. By a Dragonewt Ability."
"His memories were extracted?"
"I told you that those who carry imperial blood have the potential to awaken an ability. The First Prince's ability is undoubtedly Memory Manipulation. It is like taking the book of memories one has been writing without rest since birth and turning every page blank."
"Blank? ...What effect does that have on his body?" I swallowed hard, my face tight with tension.
"What effect, you ask... How should I put it?"
In the last vision I had seen of Theodore-sama, he had been deeply wounded. But the Theodore-sama I saw now didn't appear to have any serious injuries over his clothes. However, if a Dragonewt Ability had been used on him, it must be harmful to him.
As I waited for an answer, Lute-sama's eyelid flickered uncomfortably. He seemed to make up his mind and slowly opened his mouth.
"There are no health problems. He likely hasn't lost his abilities as a magician, either."
"I-I see." I pressed my hand to my chest and let out a sigh of relief.
"However, he has simply lost every single memory since the moment he was born."
Lute-sama's words made me knit my brows tightly.
"Every memory since birth? But that can be restored, right? Um... how do I break the spell? To bring back Theodore-sama's memories..."
Lute-sama looked at Theodore-sama solemnly and shook his head.
"A Dragonewt Ability is absolute. Even a god cannot undo it."
"What...? Um, what does that mean? Theodore-sama's memories are..."
"Theodore Camus will never regain his memories. ...Never."
A loud ringing filled my ears at Lute-sama's words.
No... That can't be...
Everything went black. It felt as if I had been thrown into a void. My strength left me, and I suddenly dropped to my knees. Lute-sama seemed to be calling out to me in a panic, but I couldn't even hear his voice. I simply sat there, unable to move.