That afternoon, the dark clouds split into crosses.
The bell of the "Echo Tower" rings, symbolizing that the court of memory reconstruction is about to open.
They were invited here-perhaps "invited" but they couldn't refuse. The protagonists Astor and Philos stand at the end of the corridor.
Coming face to face is a cold-faced female knight in a silver priesthood: Isaiah Iglesia.
"... Astor, once the most trusted guardian for this place, is going to stand in front of the judgment seat today? 」
Her eyes are like a knife, but there is no anger in her tone, only a trace of unspeakable sadness.
Astor opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
He doesn't remember her.
"I ... is your important person? 」
Isaiah was stupefied. Then the tone is as calm as ashes:
"Of course you don't remember me, Astor. That's your best ability-forget everything you want to forget. 」
Philos went up to him at this time and leaned against the column:
"Hey, hey, put your emotions in your pockets first. We're not here to write a memoir, are we? 」
"The trial? There are laws, stages and performances, so I'll be a defender. 」
"For the record: I won't lie, but I'm good at packaging the truth. 」
In the courtroom, a church examiner wearing a memory filter and a mental observer sat on the high platform.
What floats in the middle is-
Memorize images.
The protagonist once knelt in the middle of the street, his hands full of blood, and whispered:
"This is ... the necessary choice. Only by clearing the wrong memories can the world be restored to clarity. 」
He looked at himself in astonishment.
The "he" in the image, with firm and cold eyes, is totally different from him now.
"What is this ...? 」
The censor's voice sounded like a cold bell:
"Memory records come from multi-source residual consciousness zones. After verification, there is no forgery trace. 」
"At that time, you carried out' No.73: Eliminating Compassion', which led to the amnesia of an entire area and the destruction of the family. 」
Astor, bow your head. The pages of the notebook turn page after page, as if refusing to remember all this.
"But ... I don't know why I did it then. 」
Isaiah stepped forward and whispered:
"You once said to me,' If I lose control one day, let me forget myself. 』」
"You did it. 」
The whole air condenses.
Philos suddenly raised his hand and his tone was high:
"I put forward the question! 」
"You will record the past as eternal truth, but my boyfriend is nothing like that guy now, okay! 」
"You can't blame the predecessor's fault on the incumbent! This is not a trial, this is an emotional kidnapping! 」
Some of the audience burst into suppressed laughter.
Examiner coldly say:
"This is a memory consistency audit. Regardless of personality change or not, the responsibility still belongs to the individual. 」
Astor looked up and whispered:
"Then I can only choose to move on until I find the ... reason why I did all this at that time. 」
He took out his notebook and turned to the first page.
Above the first line, this time clearly:
"If it's in the name of justice, even if it's a lie, I'm willing. 」
Isaiah whispered:
"This is the oath you wrote at that time. You take' forgetting' as gentleness to the world. 」
There is a strange light in the protagonist's eyes.
"If this is the will I made in the past ... then I want to re-examine it. 」
Philos muttered:
"Now just want to trial, then what the hell were you doing ..."
"But good, role development slowly. 」