I went inside to the fireplace. I warmed my hands, which had become cold from the wind. There were many questions that were bothering me, waiting to be answered. How could I, who came from another world, understand and speak their language? Why did Whaley send me to this world? What had happened to me that my head was covered in bandages? Thinking about these things bothered me. I could not have endured these troubles without the comforting sound of the fire in the fireplace and the presence of Siri.
My troubles had gone away for a while. The part of my head covered with a cloth was itchy and aching even if it was on the ground. I think I hit my head somewhere. Anyway, my priority is to gather information. I will focus on that. I did not come to this world with my own body. When I woke up, I found myself in a foreign body. I wonder if this body had an owner before me? If it had an owner, where did its consciousness go? Can I have its memories? Because in order to understand the language of the old couple, I need to know their language. Therefore, I have the memories of the previous owner of this body.
"Siri, can you access my memory? If you can, can you prepare a summary of the accident that happened to this body's previous owner, about this body's previous owner, and play it in my mind as a video?" I said to Siri under my breath. My head started to hurt as soon as I said my commands.
"Host's old memories found. Scanning body's old memories.... Missing memory pieces found. Re-meaning missing memories.... Video is being prepared.... Video is prepared.... Sharing with the mind..."
When Siri shared the video prepared in my mind, it was as if dozens of knives were being stabbed into my brain at the same time. If the effect didn't wear off at once, I wouldn't have been able to endure this endless agony.
To summarize the video, many memories from his previous body went with him, only a few memories could be saved. His name is Alek and he is 14 years old. He worked as a horseshoe master's apprentice for someone who is thought to be his distant relative. While everything was going as it should, a rebellion broke out in the place where he lived. He lost his family and job, and became an orphan. He searched for ways to escape from the desperate situation he was in.
According to what he heard from the merchants who passed through his area, the crowds never ended, food was plentiful, there were stone houses that could compete with tall mountains, and even a slave could become a king as long as he met certain conditions.
The name of this city that the merchants praised so much was Apsa. He had nowhere to go and no money. He saw Apsa as his last hope. He came to the city of Apsa after walking for weeks from a place called Parha until his feet were sore from walking. The journey did not go as well as he had hoped. He could not find food, water or a place to stay and he wandered from place to place like a dog with fleas. No wonder he was skin and bones.
No matter how young he was, his body could no longer keep up with this situation, and our character was exhausted and fainted. While fainting, he hit his head on a blunt stone. After that, it was the part where I woke up in the house of an old couple that I knew for sure. These were the only memories I could learn from Siri.
I added wood to the crackling fire in the fireplace. I rubbed my temples and tried to understand what I learned. I was saddened by the painful events that happened to this body's former owner.
It was a place where the tyrant was tyrannized to the best of his ability, and his crimes were rewarded in a way. This was a norm that would not be considered strange in my current world or my old world. I felt sorry for Alek, and I was deep in thought until the outer door of the adobe house was opened.