Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka? (LN) - Volume 15 - Chapter 4.3

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4.3 - Interlude Yuri

“Miss Phelmina?”

Returning to my room, I turned to the young lady who had followed me inside.

I have met Miss Phelmina on occasion since the time that I was brainwashed.

Now, I was aware that she belonged to an organization quite separate from the imperial army, but who would have imagined that it was the demon army?

I suppose when one is brainwashed, one becomes quite oblivious to such things.

Thus, I must learn from my mistakes by observing everything from all angles!

“Was everything Shun said earlier true?”

I peer into Miss Phelmina’s eyes as I inquire.

She leans back a little as if to avoid me, but I bring my face that much closer.

“…Erm, you’re a bit too close.”

“Answer me.”

“I will answer you. Just, could you please step back first?”

Miss Phelmina breaks our staring contest to turn her face away.

Trusting that she will indeed answer me, I retreat a single step.

It is ever so important to be trusting and faithful, after all.

“…Just so you know in advance, I can only tell you what I’ve heard from Master and the Demon Lord and such. I cannot confirm whether all of it is true.”

Phelmina sighs and adjusts herself before continuing.

“We have no way of proving whether the current state of this world, the system, and the events of the past are all accurately conveyed.”

“Of course.”

When she puts it that way, I realize she’s right. Neither of us can prove whether what we’ve been told by others is true.

In our prior world, there was ample information on the Internet, but much of that was of questionable accuracy as well.

In fact, we had no way of knowing if even the information we were taught in school was all true.

It isn’t as if we witnessed these historical events for ourselves, nor have we personally seen the atoms that we learned about in chemistry.

I am beginning to feel that knowing what is true and what to believe is in fact quite important.

“But if that’s all right with you, I’d be happy to share what I have been told, if you would like?”

“Please do.”

“Very well.”

With that, Miss Phelmina told me everything she knew.

She seems to be quite good at explanations: The main points were easy to follow, and she refrains from peppering in her own opinions or emotions as she speaks.

Thus, I can easily accept everything she says.

“That’s just about all I know.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Once she finishes, I tilt my head back toward the heavens.

Ah, my mind is such a mess of information, I have no idea what to do with any of it.

At times like this…

“Huh? Wh-what are you doing?”

Miss Phelmina exclaims in shock, but this sort of thing really calms me down.

Essentially, I scratched myself with my fingernail.

Yes, across the wrist.

“We need to stop the bleeding! No, wait! Healing Magic!”

Miss Phelmina promptly closes the wound, but the trickle of blood and memory of pain still linger.