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I pretended to Have Amnesia, and Now the Hero’s Party Is Obsessed With

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Life is a journey of accumulating regrets.

That's because life doesn't have a save and load feature.

Because we can't go back to the moment we made a choice,

Because we can't undo the decisions we've made,

Because we don't know what kind of scenery would have unfolded on the path we

didn't choose,

We'll never know which choice was right.

We can only reflect on the choices made back then and imagine how things might

have been if we had chosen differently.

In the end, the past is immutable, and the future is unknown.

A relationship once broken cannot be restored,

and the one already buried in the ground will not return.

Under that cowardly truth, we have no choice but to live in regret.

However, humans are such cunning creatures, or rather rebellious beasts, that they

are somewhat reluctant to accept that fact.

We try to reverse what can't be reversed, to restore what can't be restored.

And for that, they come up with all sorts of bizarre methods.

From developing magic that transcends time and space, to… well, pretending to lose

your memory.

However, all we can realize at the end of it all is that the truth is the truth for a

reason.

And, as with all realizations, this one comes at a hefty price.

…Just like me now.

Trying hard to suppress my contorted expression, I looked at the feast that had been

laid out before me.

Each and every dish was something I wouldn't be able to afford with my salary as a

mere mercenary.

Things that I would have shoved into my mouth without a second thought.

However, because of the woman blushing shyly next to me, I couldn't bring myself to

reach for the food.

Clara, one of the potential saints of the religious order.

My childhood friend, whom I met for the first time in almost 13 years.

"I've prepared only the dishes we used to enjoy when we were young… How is it?

Are your memories coming back?"

Don't bullshit me.

The only thing I ate while I was with you was hard rye bread and watery soup.

And besides, you clearly bought all this stuff.

"…Try this too."

A woman in a robe walks over and adds another dish to the feast.

It wasn't as luxurious as the food Clara had brought, but it was made with care.

Parsley, the mage tower master's disciple.

This one was a friend I always hung out with at the academy.

She pulls down her blue hat and hides her bandaged hand behind her back.

"…I made our academy's specialty. Y-You used to love this, remember?"

I did like it.

To be precise, I liked the smell of it. I'd never actually eaten it even once.

All I ate when I was at the academy was hard bread and mana potions. The latter, for

the record, tasted like mop water.

Suppressing a sigh, I lifted my fork.

Yeah, I guess they can be like that.

Actually, it's neither believable nor does it make sense that they're behaving like this,

but let's just say it's possible.

"Rem, do you remember this food?"

But it shouldn't be.

I looked at the blonde woman holding out an appetizing pie to me.

Amy, the nationally recognized hero.

My only childhood friend whom I met 18 years ago.

"This is the pie Mrs. Flan used to make for us. I got the recipe especially for you."

The only thing I remember about Mrs. Flan is being beaten up every day.

She was a butcher, and she really did beat me like a dog.

So, in the end, that's what it is.

With mixed feelings, I looked at the three women in turn.

The woman who used me as her servant.

The woman who attended the same academy as me.

The woman who grew up with me in my hometown.

Women who shared a past with me, but whom I hadn't seen in a long time.

They were all trying to be nice to me.

…As soon as I started pretending to have lost my memory.

What the hell is this…