The Strongest Brother Lost His Memory-Chapter 22Vol 2.

"A welcome party! We need to throw a welcome party for Rosie! To celebrate the return of our youngest granddaughter of the Noart family, Rosie!"

Grandfather’s voice was full of energy.

"I'm so happy just thinking about finally spending a ton of money! Hahahahahaha!"

I was just as happy, hopping up and down in front of Grandfather.

"Rosie!"

And just as Grandfather and I were holding hands, excited about spending money, the front door burst open again.

"I’m here! I came to see Rosie! I’m glad you arrived safely!"

The one striding confidently toward me, swinging a black robe, was none other than Ethan.

Ethan’s black robe was flashy beyond belief. Covered in jewels and embroidery, it was just blinding. He seemed to have similar taste to Grandfather.

"What’s with the... all the fuss coming from the Magic Tower...."

Behind Ethan, Roystan muttered.

Hardly anyone knew that I had been on the Entoho. Only the closest people to me knew. So of course Roystan had no idea.

"Fuss? If the Archmage says so, then it is so."

And Ethan rolled his eyes dramatically as he spoke.

"Did you seriously just question the Archmage’s opinion when you’re just a mere commoner?"

"...Haa...."

Roystan sighed heavily behind Ethan.

Ever since becoming an Archmage, Ethan started dragging Roystan around as his attendant.

He’d threatened Murlock, saying, “If you don’t give me Roystan as my attendant for a year, I’ll cut off all magic tool trade with you.”

There weren’t many Archmages. So every business dealing with magic tools had no choice but to cater to him.

Murlock, who happened to be in that line of business, had no choice but to send Roystan. And Ethan was now gleefully keeping Roystan close and getting his revenge for childhood grievances.

"Every time you do this, the Archmage gets in a bad mood. I’d appreciate it if you’d be more careful."

Ethan, who used to shrink in front of Roystan, had now gained so much confidence as an Archmage that he’d even overcome his childhood trauma.

"Huuhhh... sorry."

And Roystan, whose position had already worsened thanks to Julian, could only endure the humiliation beside Ethan with the thought, "Just one more year."

"The Archmage is incredibly merciful, so I’ll accept about 86% of that apology. I expect you to reflect all day."

Ethan, who now ended every sentence by calling himself "the Archmage," smugly lectured Roystan.

Seriously...

At this point, I couldn’t help but think what would’ve happened if he hadn’t become an Archmage.

And then, looking proud, Ethan turned to Julian and Grandfather and said:

"Aren’t you curious about Rosie’s nine years? If you suck up to the Archmage nicely, I might tell you something."

This was, honestly, insubordination at its finest...

I was thinking he really needed to get scolded properly by Julian or Grandfather for him to come to his senses when—

"Ethan."

Julian’s tone suddenly turned polite as he clasped his hands and asked:

"Does the little one still eat anything? Or has she developed any preferences over the past nine years? If I ask her, all she’ll say is something useless like ‘I like everything,’ so I need objective information."

Even Grandfather stood in front of Ethan, digging into his pockets and pulling out gold coins like crazy.

"Have Rosie’s tastes changed in these nine years? Things like her favorite jewels or colors! I’ll pay handsomely, Ethan!"

"I’ve already written up a report on those important things. If you want to read it, follow me."

And Grandfather and Julian started following Ethan around like puppies.

It seemed like Ethan’s nose was only going to get higher from here.

* * *

It had already been three days since I arrived at the Noart estate.

In that time, Grandfather had thrown a huge welcome party. It was for "Ethan, who became an Archmage, and Rosie, who gave up on magic."

Everyone who came to the party was whispering things like, “Did Lady Rosie also become an Archmage? Did I get something wrong?”

That’s how enthusiastic the welcome for "Rosie Noart" was. Anyone would’ve thought I actually became an Archmage.

I was wearing such luxurious clothes and jewelry that people even muttered, “Even Lady Linna Idra couldn’t spend this much.”

Anyway, because it was the "birth of the youngest Archmage ever," everyone agreed it was something worth celebrating, and many famous people came. Ray came, and even the Emperor showed up, so it was no wonder everyone’s eyes popped out.

But even though they said they came to see Ethan, they subtly stayed close to me.

Every time, Julian, who was sitting beside me, would cross his arms and glare at them.

"Hahahahaha! Thank you, thank you all! I don’t know ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) what to do with myself, having so many people here to celebrate me!"

Of course, Ethan was the one making all the fuss.

"But what can I say? The Archmage is very busy! So I must leave for abroad soon! So don’t eat, don’t sleep, just celebrate me with all you’ve got! Roystan, why aren’t you packing yet? It’s a long way to the Principality of Arden!"

Though Ethan left on the second day saying he had something to do, in true Grandfather fashion, the party wasn’t going to end in just a day or two—it was planned to go on for ten days. And tonight was the night of the full moon.

I dismissed all the maids, saying I was going to bed early.

Once I was alone in the room, I unfolded a note I had tucked inside a book.

Zahid Dyfenril is imprisoned in the underground dungeon of Sector N14. There are no guards, and everything else went according to plan. The expected duration of imprisonment is about a month.

The note, with "Antata" and "Theol" both misspelled, was from Yuta.

I don’t know why you asked about Zahid Dyfenril’s prison location, but don’t you dare sneak in. It’s dangerous.

Yuta couldn’t come in person, worried about being discovered, so instead, a long trailing vine had secretly delivered the message.

"N14, huh..."

After confirming the dungeon’s location, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself.

Wasn’t that the place I was imprisoned with Fire before regression?

"I’d rather be inside these bars instead, Rosie."

Back then, Zahid had always said that. I chuckled to myself, murmuring:

"Congrats on finally getting your wish granted, Zahid... though I’m sure you’d get mad if I said that."

Zahid used to visit me every full moon, but now, things had completely flipped.

I took a hand mirror out of my pocket. It was a magic tool I had specially commissioned from Ethan.

Before regression, Zahid had given me a ring and said this:

"When I went to the Magic Tower to buy this, there was this scrawny clerk who spoke in a weird way. I asked if there was a magic tool that could let me secretly communicate with someone imprisoned..."

"And?"

"They said nothing like that existed."

"I see... well, even if it did exist, I wouldn’t be able to use it in the Temple normally. Maybe when divine power weakens during a full moon."

"Then it was meaningless. I’m going to visit you in person every full moon anyway."

Even though that weird clerk had said nothing like that existed, I thought Ethan might be able to make one. So I pestered him for nine years to make this magic tool.

"Is there a magic tool that lets you secretly communicate with someone imprisoned?"

"Nope. Don’t tell me you think magic tools are just whipped up whenever you think of something?"

"Then you whip one up for me."

"Fine."

It was insanely expensive to make, and even worse, it was single-use only.

There was also a strict condition: you had to know the exact location of the other mirror.

The materials were hard to get, and the mana handling was tricky, so Ethan had only made me one.

"So then..."

I murmured, holding the hand mirror-shaped magic tool.

"I can go see you on the night of the full moon too, Zahid."

Even if not in person.

And they said there weren’t even any guards, so it was perfect.

The underground dungeon in Sector N14.

Probably the place I knew better than anyone else in the world.

‘I didn’t tell Zahid on the Entoho because I was afraid we wouldn’t meet if he ended up in some dungeon I didn’t know about... but what is this ridiculous coincidence? Maybe we really are meant to be.’

I opened the hand mirror, picturing exactly the mirror on the sink in that dungeon.

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