Melchior's brain whirred at unimaginable speeds as he processed the situation. It didn't take long for him to come up with an answer for all this. And as that happened, his heart settled promptly.
He recovered his bearing, then swept his eyes across "Sylvester's" entire body once more.
"Yuto,"
"Yes, it's me, sire,"
Melchior frowned. There was something at the back of his mind. He seemed to recall the name from something other than the system screen. Yet, he couldn't remember the details of it at all.
'Sylvester' sat up excitedly, the dual voices chirping up.
"Have you already entered the memory recovery stage My Lord?" then he paused, murmuring to himself "No, that's not right. Your current strength means that it isn't possible. Unless there was some sort of abnormality?"
The dark-haired boy froze.
'Memory recovery stage? What does that mean? Does that mean I recover all memories of the previous wielders of the Finality?'
