Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

5 - bimsalabim

The scenery reminds Meridian of the Malioboro atmosphere, but the day version, without asphalt, without vehicles. There were only human traffic-clad shabby— at least in Meridian— eyes as well as some nobles who were at least distinguishable from their dresses.

Floating city.

Why is it called a floating city, and then named Moros?

Don't you say prank again?

Akh's. Meridian was tired before the protest.

"Is there anything interesting, Meridian?" raphael asked suddenly.

Looks like he's trying so hard that Meridian can remember—which is impossible because he doesn't forget the memory. But because he also could not be sure, then the Meridian just asked in order to get a memory. "How long does it take to get to town?"

"Hm? If we count them, I think we can make it in forty minutes. Are you tired?"

"Little."

"Your habits haven't changed." Dion commented. "You didn't forget that?"

"I'm tired, not forgetting or remembering." This guy has a grudge or what, anyway? "In that case, may I ask you, Brother?"

Dion. "What?"

"Why is your hair black and I'm silver?"

Frankly, that's a prank question that comes with annoyance.

The meridian guessing the reason must have been absurd. But when Dion and Lucas both froze, and Raphael gasped, it seemed like a fatal question.

Is it possible that Laila inserted a twist plot into the Meridian fraternity?

"Is my question wrong?" Meridians are not the type to run away from their mistakes. "I'm sorry if that's the case."

Raphael sighed. "Let's forget about that. Lie down first, Meridian. The journey will feel fast if you fall asleep."

For some reason, after those words were spoken, the real Meridian felt a heavy drowsiness. He fell asleep on Raphael's shoulder, feeling something pulling him very far in the dark.

But it felt like only a moment. Meridian suddenly saw a crystal blue light shining within him, and like a brightly lit lamp, it was keeping the Meridian from drowsiness.

He leaned on Raphael because his instincts said silence first.

"He completely forgot his memory." That's Raphael's voice. "If anyone wants to talk about your hair, I think Meridians are the last. You seen. He apologized without fear."

Dion silent.

"She, what happened to her?" Now Lucas's voice. On suspicion, he sounded worried. "She suddenly forgot everyone. He forgets himself, but is able to communicate well and is not frightened. It's impossible to just forget the memories!"

"You've made sure?" Dion just asked.

"I'm holding it now. You think I'm lying?" Raphael's hand moved gently patting the Meridian's head. "This is the Meridian soul. From the very beginning, something like a soul exchange was impossible to do. Your guess is too far. Such an experiment always ends up failing within a day or two due to conflicts of his soul."

The meridians tried hard not to react.

Why does he speak as if there was a way to exchange souls and make sure they were true souls or not?

"I feel magic."

It's hard not to react. Meridians instantly sat up straight, staring intently at the faces of the three of them.

"Magic?"

Please don't tell that shit joke. Laila who doesn't even understand politics why even add a poison of some kind of supernatural power in the world of her novel?!

"Meridians?" Raphael was most surprised. "You—"

"I'm asking. What, that, magic?"

Dion returned his gaze. "I feel magic from you. You asked what magic is?"

Please don't joke, please don't joke, please don't joke!

Meridian massaged his forehead spontaneously. Soon he opened his palm, willing to demonstrate how to use the comic version of magic that he had read. "What magic is a kind—"

Uncompleted yet, blue embers of fire blazed from the Meridian palm.

It all felt so fast and instantaneous. His body was knowingly in Lucas' arms, dumbfounded at the exploding chariot before his eyes.

Watching the scene of Raphael creating water without the help of a fire hose and a magic circle that he had only seen in the Trinity Seven anime, Meridian lunglai.

The last thing he sees is Lucas frantically shaking him, before he sinks into the darkness, no longer saved by the mysterious blue light.

...*...

Cool.

The sensation of the wind surrounding him was the first thing the Meridians felt after the darkness. Slowly his eyes opened, greeted by the sight of a wooden roof.

Handsome too.

God fucking.

Cursed Laila knows where she is!

What novel did he actually make?!

"Hey, you hear me?" Lucas was the first to come to his side. "Damn, Meridian. You should be careful using something like magic."

"Don't make my head hurt any more." Meridians don't want to hear anything about magic.

He who does not believe in reincarnation and so on might be happy to have the power of Sasuke!

Is this crystal eye some kind of sharingan? Then what was it? Amaterasu's?

"Meridians." Dion followed. "I think you'd better stop distorting the facts."

"Say don't make—"

"Magic is a manifestation of one's intelligence." Dion pointed his palm at the Meridian. Miraculously bin mandraguna, something appeared a kind of bluish-black circle that was so dense.

Then one of Dion's hands leads to Raphael, giving rise to the same strange magic circle, with almost the same pattern, but a little simpler and thinner.

It's bright blue.

"The difference between your magic and Raphael is very far away. Your magic is three times more than his. You think I'll be fooled by the babble of forgetting your memory? Magic doesn't show up overnight."

Then explain why the Meridian fainted because Raphael could be a fire match without having a ninu-ninu car!

"Meridians." Raphael sounded agitated. "I promise you, I swear I won't judge you. So tell me the truth."

Honestly what? To be honest he was not this Meridian but that Meridian?

Given reasons to forget memories they do not believe. Especially the soul is changed.

"Hey, stupid." Lucas did not want to miss. "If the empire finds out your magic power, they'll think you're dangerous."

Meridian chokes. "I don't even know who the Emperor is in this country! Why am I so dangerous?"

"The magical approach also shows their dangerous potential, Nonaku." The Blonde Stranger finally opened his voice. "Basically the magic and holy power of the great temple are set to balance each other."

"Then?"

The blonde pointed at Raphael's magic circle. "Mr Raphael was designated as one of the top level magicians in the kingdom. Since you forgot the memory, I will remind you. There were a total of four powerful witches in the empire at the moment. Other than Young Master, there was Prince Andaru, then Princess Duke Valentino, also someone who was currently holding a magic tower."

Meridian raised hand. "Wait a minute."

"Yes?"

Meridians pinched his arms violently just to scream in pain.

"FUCKING FOOL!" Luke seized Meridian's hand as if he was strangling a child. "Dion, cast a shackle spell for this madman! I think he's really out of his mind!"

"I'm not in my right mind to hear you!" Meridian shouted back. But immediately took a deep breath, because again, anger was useless.

Dregs, dregs, dregs, dregs, dregs.

Just watch Laila.

He would really stay a name if the Meridians returned.

"Calm down, Miss." Blondie snapped a finger suddenly.

Seconds after that, Meridian felt the pinch marks on his hands felt like they were being plastered with cold ceramics, and slowly the pain disappeared like a lie.

Of course the Meridians were amazed. Drawn his hand from Lucas, agape at the sight of his completely smooth, clean white skin.

Though it was reddening so strongly he pinched.

"What's that?"

Witchcraft.

Meridian jerks. Staring at the smile on the face of the Blonde who had just been telepathic with him.

I know this is confusing, but can Miss calm down a little? These people also trouble me.

Alright.

For some reason, he looked more trustworthy than these useless brothers.

...*...