The hunters brought Dorian back to their house, where Sara reprimanded him for his behaviour. He was frustrated, but he decided to keep his silence anyhow.
"Are you insane?! You were assaulted the day before yesterday!"
"Insane? Perhaps I am, but who can say for sure?"
Sara glared at him with a hostile expression on her face. She wanted to smack him, but she stopped doing so because she did not want him to have a negative first impression of her after losing his memories. Sara was afraid that he would think poorly of her. She gave herself a few slow, deep breaths and then poured herself a glass of wine.
Hunters brought Dorian back to her house, and they were currently in Sara's office. Dorian was standing and gazing around the room as Sara was seated behind the desk. It was clear that Sara was a neat freak because the environment gave off the impression of being very well maintained. Dorian was amazed by the extensive collection of books in the bookcase. They all exuded the air of a bygone era.
"You like reading books?"
"Huh? Oh, these quaint little volumes! These are necessary supplies for my training at the magical academy."
'Ah yes, magical academy. Of course, there must be something like a magic academy in this fantasy world.'
Dorian's expression suggested that the idea of Sara enrolling in a school for magicians made him chuckle. In his past existence, Sara had a strong aversion to fictional things. Therefore, the very suggestion of magic would infuriate her.
"What on earth is so hilarious, Dorian?"
"Absolutely nothing. How well-versed are you in the arts of magic?"
The question took Sara by surprise. Even though she was aware that Dorian had experienced a shift in personality and had lost his memories, she presumed that he still possessed his common sense. The only persons allowed to enrol in the magic academy are those who have an extreme natural talent for the art.
"I am a pretty decent student, I suppose. Why do you ask?"
"Could you walk me through any of your books? I'm interested in learning more about the magical arts."
After finishing her glass of wine, Sara got up and walked over to the bookcase, where she made her selection with much consideration. She reached for the book that detailed one of the simplest theories of magic, one that even a novice like Dorian would have no trouble comprehending. She blew the dust off the book and handed it to Dorian.
"Are you able to read the heading?"
[Dorian, you need to be quiet.]
"Huh? The title is ‚the laws that govern mana '. I can read, yes."
Suddenly, Sara reached out and grabbed him by the collar before shoving him into the wall. She had already formed an opinion that Dorian was not who he claimed to be because his demeanour, speech, and personality were utterly dissimilar. However, Dorian was able to read, demonstrating that she was correct. The first Dorian never learned how to read and write.
"Who the hell are you?!
[You fool! I told you to keep your mouth shut!]
Dorian paid no attention to the system and instead concentrated on the danger in front. He observed that Sara's hands were glowing in a manner comparable to when Damian had burned his hand, and as a result, he had a rough concept of what she intended to do.
"Are you going to blow my head off?"
Dorian fixed his gaze on Sara while smiling devilishly at her. He found it humorous to consider the possibility of being murdered by the same individual for a second time.
"Go on! Kill me! hehe!~ "
[What the heck is wrong with you?! What are we going to say? We need to figure it out!]
Sara remained motionless and mute as she stood there. The smile on Dorian's face and the glint in his eyes frightened her. She let go of her hold and moved away from him in a cautious manner. Dorian seized her just as she was about to yell for assistance, but he was able to prevent her from making a sound by covering her lips.
"Wow, this improved strength is doing wonders for my speed, would you agree, Sara?"
Dorian flashed a grin and gave the impression of having a great deal of self-assurance, but in reality, he was just as agitated as Sara and the system. He cursed his own loose words for getting him into this predicament, in which he felt helpless and didn't know what to do.
'FUCK ME!'
The poor girl was so terrified that she was shaking. The guy holding her was not the person she knew, and whoever was in possession of Dorian's body appeared to be someone filled with malice. She could not chant spells and was unable to utilise chantless magic since Dorian would start choking her whenever she tried to do one of those things.
"Shit! I made a mistake."
On the other hand, Dorian was in a state of panic since the circumstances were hopeless, and it appeared that there was no way out. He was debating whether or not it would be best to murder her. It would appear that no one outside heard the sound of them fighting or, at the very least, made no effort to see how they were doing.
"It would appear that you instructed them to refrain from entering your office under any circumstances, wouldn't you say? Bad idea."
The hint of a tear came into her eye, and then, while keeping her mouth tightly closed, she began humming a tune that brought back sentimental recollections of Dorian's previous existence. Dorian fixed his gaze on her wet eyes and resumed humming from the point where she had previously stopped.
Sara was utterly perplexed by the imposter's knowledge of the tune. She was thinking, "How did he learn it? The imposter also stole Dorian's memories, weren't they? But I don't see why he would act like he couldn't recall anything. " This situation made no sense for Sara. It would have been easy for him to get close to her by simply acting like Dorian.
"How is it that he is familiar with this tune?"
In Dorian's life before this one, Sara would comfort him by humming this tune whenever he felt depressed. Dorian, therefore frequently heard Sara humming the tune.
[She appeared to be calming down; what should we do now?]