The Lord Is With You (7)

“Hey, you bastard! Even if you came from the future, you still stole my friend's body all the same!”

That was true. Calling it ‘the future’ did not make it anything more than something from a place that would have been ‘the future.’ The Ian of the present was a separate person from the Ian of the future.

That was after the letter from the future had arrived and a soul had intervened. Naturally, the path the Ian of the present would walk differed from the path the Ian of the future had walked.

Wasn't the ‘amnesia’ proof of that? It was decisive proof that the two personalities had not merged. If they had been integrated into a single personality, they would share memories as well.

In other words, from Leto's perspective, the soul called ‘Ian from the future’ had suddenly stolen his ‘friend Ian.’ It would have been abnormal not to be angry.

Leto's frail fist swung. The man took a slight step back to avoid it, as though he had no choice. And the moment Leto, huffing, threw a second punch—

With a snap, the man caught Leto's hand.

A faint curve formed at the corner of the man's mouth. It was a bitter smile. It was the closest thing to an expression he had shown so far.

“Don't worry. I can't stay for very long either… I'm merely doing what I have to do.”

Despite the man's explanation, Leto's overheated head showed no sign of cooling. His green eyes searched his person. If this continued, he looked ready to use a scroll...