“…A hero?”

“Yes, a hero.” Zich hit his ears several times with his hands. He tried shoving his fingers into his ear and tried shaking his head to get his act together.

“A hero?”

“Yes, a hero. You heard it right. A hero like Glen Zenard. I’m not speaking in a roundabout way, and there’s no hidden meaning behind it. I meant exactly what I said.”

“…Me?” Zich pointed a finger towards himself, and unlike his usual self, there was none of his usual composure; he even looked a bit dumb. 

But Lyla didn’t make fun of him. Honestly, she had a hard time believing it herself. “I also can’t believe it. Since my memory is fuzzy, I don’t know how you became a hero or how you lived your life, but there was definitely a future where you were a hero. And the name you used in that future was Zich Brave.”

“I got it.” Zich clapped his hands. And with great strength and resolve, he said, “I will never use that last name, Brave.”

“Do whatever you want.” Lyla was not even surprised by Zich’s reaction. 

Zich reclined back on his chair, and unlike a few moments before, he looked very tired. “Did I use Estellade during that time?”

“Maybe, I think so.”

Zich tightly held the sword that...