Her voice was just as Zich remembered it—a cheery and bright voice that filled up the room. Leona made a wide, crease-free smile.

“It’s been a while.” Zich got up from his seat and greeted her. To think that he would be having such a bright reunion with someone who had accompanied Glen Zenard to kill him—the change in relations that the regression brought gave Zich a never-ending sense of amusement.

‘Yeah, it’s unusual that I’m meeting her as a friend.’ Although Leona had been his companion during the days when he was Zich Brave, Zich desperately waved that memory away.

“How have things been?” Leona asked after sitting in the seat facing Zich. He also sat back down again.

“It’s the same as usual.”

“I suppose that means things aren’t peaceful around here.”

“Is that what it means?” Zich smirked and asked for tea from the servant who had guided Leona to this place.

“If I think about what happened while I was traveling with you, certainly. How many incidents did we go through in that short time?” Leona began to count. “You fought Midas as soon as we met, and then we fought that meat-clump-looking monster in a lab. We even went to a cemetery belonging to the...