"This is preposterous!" Bethrion thundered, veins protruding over his neck. His face was flushing bright red, both from embarrassment and anger. He could not believe what he had heard: altering memories? He had never heard such a thing.
"Is that possible?" Lucas Feuerlon asks. "I agree that it is preposterous—but I would deem it is ambitious, even for you, High Priestess."
"I have never heard of such a thing." Orwell says, agreeing to Lucas' statements. "In my years of examining ancient books, researches, and theories in Magierstadt, I have never encountered such magic that could 'alter' one's memory. It is nothing but impossible and I could not think any mechanism on how it would work."
"Because it is impossible." Sheila answers. "There is no magic that could change something as complex as a memory."
"Then, why are you proposing it?" Orwell asks. "I consider that you would not only alter Feuerlon family's memory, but us, too?"
