Conversation 2

“Amazing.”

The mage-cutter boy, belatedly coming to his senses, lifted his head.

“That means you’re someone my future self would trust with his memories, right? And with this robe, too.”

The boy’s eyes grew dreamy.

That look—don’t tell me?

“This is fate.”

This is not easy. How was I supposed to teach an egotistical grade-schooler some self-awareness?

I was desperately trying to erase the insults that kept popping into my head and put together some calm, persuasive words when—

that mage-cutter bastard launched another confession attack.

“This robe is something I treasure a lot. Normally, I’d never hand it over… But my future self entrusted me with it, and even passed along his memories. We were fated to be connected across time.”...