(Amazing! Unlike the statue in that elven village, the size of the chest is perfectly replicated!)
Burying my face in Meltera(puppet)’s chest, I praise the high level of replication.
(Now then, while I’m at it, I might as well take a look at the one below.)
『Enough already, you old pervert!』
However, I have no idea who made this and why.
(Oops, right. From here on out, it’s my own floor.)
When we reached the top of the tower, I talk to Fana and the others,
“Well, I’m going to investigate further ahead. You girls can relax around here.”
“? I’m going too.”
“Why are you saying you’re going alone?”
“Master, if something happens, it will be dangerous.”
The reason I’m planning to leave them behind is none other than because of that. But all of them do not intend to be left behind.
(I mean, I need to get rid of my naughty collection of that time.)
『That’s a shitty reason, Master.』
(No, not at all. It’s really important! I just couldn’t get rid of them back then, so I kept them in a secret room! Ah, please still be there...!)
I’m embarrassed to think that someone would have found them after my death. My sexual preferences would then be exposed.
『……Even if you don’t hide it, Master’s sexual preference is already exposed, you know?』
By the way, to get to my private floor, you have to go through a special door. In order to pass, it was necessary to give the pass code.
「Thou shall recite the spell to pass through here.」
As we approached the door, we heard such a mechanical voice out of nowhere.
“Did the door speak?”
“What did it meant by spell?”
Leaving behind the Fana and the others who tilt their heads in confusion, I convey the words through telepathy.
(Open Sesame)
「…….Thou may pass through.」
The door doesn’t open, but I did not care and just went straight ahead. My body easily pass through the door.
“Oh, see you later~”
I looked back and told them that.
“Wait, wait! Ouch!”
Anje hurriedly chases after me but she crashes into the door and falls butt first. Except for those who have told the secret password to the door, others are not allowed to pass through here.
“Alright, now that I’m alone, I’m going to collect my collection right away.”
『Why don’t you find out the cause of this mysterious decline first?』
“No, the collection comes first!”
『……』
Then I came to my room at the time and witnessed something there.
“I’m here but….”
When I think about it, it makes sense. All of my disciples were recreated as they looked like back then using puppets so it wasn’t strange that there is also a puppet that replicated my former appearance. There was just one thing that was strange though. That was the fact that the “me” is prostrating on the ground. Furthermore, there is a person who is heavily stomping on his head and shouts triumphantly,
“Seriously, you can’t even understand such simple magical theory!? You’re as incompetent as ever! I am shocked you are even called Aristotereus, the greatest sage of the world. Well, I suppose that can’t be helped since I’m a genius far surpassing you in ability!”
He was in his mid-forties. It’s a face that I feel like I’ve seen somewhere…… but I can’t really remember.
“I mean, stepping on an old man’s head is pretty outrageous!”
『Is that what you’re angry about? He’s making fun of a puppet that looks like you, you know?』
“No, it’s just a puppet after all……”
But what the hell is this?
For the first time, I encountered a person who is talking, but could he be the culprit of this strange phenomenon?
“Come on, praise me for my greatness, Aristotereus! Say, Eudemos-sama, you are the real great sage! Come on, say it! I can’t hear you!”
The man who stomps on the puppet that can’t even speak commands with bloodshot eyes.
“Eudemos……? Hmmm, come to think of it, there was a disciple with that name….…”
『Yes. I remember him too. He is one of the disciples who was expelled from this tower for dabbling in forbidden magic research.』
“Oh, yes, that’s right.”
And that’s when he finally noticed me.
“Huh? Who’s there?! ……A baby?”
“It’s been a while, Eudemos.”
I talked to him in a friendly way.
“.….You know my name? You don’t seem like an ordinary baby, do you? Who are you?”
When asked, I pointed to an old man prostrating himself at the feet of Eudemos.
“I’m Reus. But in my previous life, I was called Aristotereus, the Great Sage.”
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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