Chapter 3: Hangover Cure?
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Rose was so confused that she chose to escape reality with alcohol, which she didn't even drink much.
"Is it a hangover cure?"
"I told you I didn't drink."
"If you drink too much, you'll end up regretting it."
"I said I didn't drink."

Rose, who wasn't a fan of alcohol, mentioning it first thing in the morning. It was strange, but Mrs. Brown came to her own conclusion about the reason.
"Sigh, to think she'd be looking for alcohol in the morning. But no."
Mrs. Brown patted Rose's back and continued.
"There's no couple in the world that doesn't fight. Don't be so discouraged by that. Alright?"
"Um... Yes. Thank you."
"Now, hurry up and change your clothes properly and come down. No matter how upset you are, you have to eat a hearty breakfast."

It was clear that Mrs. Brown had misunderstood, but Rose didn't bother to correct the misunderstanding, so she nodded and left the lounge.
"Sigh. I wonder what that guy did to make her so down..."
That guy.

When Mrs. Brown mentioned that guy, a look of pity passed over Caroline and Catherine's faces.
Arthur Granfield.

Rose's fiancé, who was so devoted to his fiancée that it was astonishing.
Yesterday morning, she had left with an excited face, saying she was taking a day off for a date, but she returned with a haggard face, locked the door, and didn't come out of her room.

"I wonder what he did to make her fight with him to the point of being so out of it..."

As if to support Mrs. Brown, who was shaking her head, Caroline added.
"Who knows? Maybe he cheated on her. He was quite a handsome guy."
"Caroline. It's not certain whether it's true or not, so don't say such things..."
"Sister, you're too trusting of people. I'm worried that you might get scammed by a bad guy."
"What? Are you calling me a stupid woman?"

Leaving her bickering boarders behind as usual, Mrs. Brown tightened her apron strings again.
She would have to prepare a special and hearty breakfast for poor Rose.

Rose, who had rushed up to her room, closed the door and immediately sank to the floor.
"Ha, hahaha..."

Thinking about the unbelievable reality again, even a hollow laugh escaped her.
She had already pinched her cheeks, arms, and thighs on the way up the stairs.
It only hurt, and the reality before her eyes remained the same.

April 14, 967.
The day Catherine Jones died, and the day after she had a big fight with her lover, Arthur Granfield, over business matters and came back crying.
Of all days, 'today'.

"Get a grip, Rose Taylor. There's no time to be spacing out like this."

Rose muttered to herself and slapped her cheeks with both palms.
In this situation, what she needed to do immediately was clear.
It was to record the events of her previous life before her memories faded.

Rose first opened a desk drawer in the corner of the room.
Inside, there was a worn-out red leather-bound notebook.
Rose looked at the thick notebook, as thick as a full-length novel, with affectionate eyes.

"It's been a while."

How long had it been since she took out her deceased father's keepsake?
She stroked the leather cover once with her palm and then took out the notebook and opened it.
The front pages were filled with notes, scribbles, memos, and sometimes even trivial entries like a diary, all related to the magic formulas she had studied.
Rose quickly flipped through the pages and, as soon as she found a blank page, started writing with an old fountain pen.

[Regression method - Ring (Artifact)
Regression principle - Unknown
Regression purpose? Reason? - Unknown]

Writing a story that no one would believe on a blank page made her a little embarrassed, fearing someone might see it.
But they wouldn't understand what it meant anyway, so she decided to write it down a little more shamelessly.

[Things that will happen (as far as I know).
Catherine's accident - (Can be prevented!)]

This must be prevented. And it can be prevented.
She was so motivated that she drew lots of circles and asterisks.

Next was the end of the world.
She wrote down the prayer that the demon followers had recited.

[Related to the end of the world.
<The vessel of Ahadpesera. The pure virgin of Neutral has been prepared as the Holy Grail.>]

Every word they used sent shivers down her spine.
'They knew I was 'Neutral' and a 'virgin'.'

Wind, fire, water, and earth.
These four elements were the branches of magic power needed to handle magic.
Mythos are born with one, or at most two, of these attributes from birth.

But there are exceptions everywhere.
Occasionally, there were Mythos of a unique constitution, called 'Neutral', who were born with all attributes.
And Rose was that unique constitution.

Being able to use all elemental magic!
It sounds like an all-rounder, but there is a limit to the amount of magic power the human body can generate and the capacity of the vessel it can handle.

Therefore, the magic power of a Neutral is 1/4 of that of a normal Mythos.
In the end, the magic they can use is limited, they get tired easily, and the speed of magic recovery is slow.
Unless they have a 'companion imprint' that allows them to share magic, they are just half-baked mages.

Even so, Neutrals were considered very sacred because they appeared in creation myths.
'If you're going to talk about myths, you might as well worship a dung beetle.'

Rose let out a snort, thinking of her situation.
Looking back, everyone in the Mythos society knew her from birth.
It's not a very pleasant thing for people to know you unilaterally, so Rose had even laundered her identity in the neighboring country of Morregenia.

Even after hiding among the Logos, they knew she was Neutral and approached her...
Not only that.

The ancient demon they chose was also unusual.
If the goal is to destroy the world, there is no demon more suitable than Ahadpesera of Yeokcheon (逆天).
His power, befitting his alias of 'Defying Heaven', was enough to overturn heaven and earth.

It would be a future event 'now', but for Rose, it was a disaster that had actually happened until yesterday, so the terrifying power came to mind vividly.
If she had died at once, she would never have known the fear, pain, and guilt...

One week.
To keep the forcibly opened gate of hell open, they squeezed out every last drop of Rose's vitality and non-existent magic power for a whole week.
They were cruel.
She absentmindedly scribbled 'hell', 'terrible', and 'pain' in the blank space of the notebook, then crossed them out.
It was a waste of time to dwell on the misery of that time now.

'Yes. It was a whole week.'
However, Rose hadn't just stood by and watched the world's destruction for a week.
She had stared at the abandoned warehouse where she was tied up and imprisoned until it was seared into her eyes.

Rose traced her memory and drew the components of the summoning circle that had been used for her sacrifice.
"Roughly like this... This side was a blind spot, so I couldn't see it well, so I'll omit it..."

Just by imitating the appearance, she could tell. It would take at least 10 years to formulate the equations for this composition.
'Ah. I shouldn't have been lazy with my magic training.'

But could she destroy the summoning circle they would create in the future by starting to study again now?
'No, it's impossible. I'm a Neutral.'
This wasn't an excuse to avoid studying.
It was impossible considering the meager magic power and pathetic recovery speed of a Neutral.

"Is reporting to the Royal Supernatural Investigation Bureau the best option?"
Rose muttered, nervously chewing on the end of the fountain pen.
The Royal Supernatural Investigation Bureau.

The place she had vowed never to get involved with again after her parents' death.
Rose silently looked at the ring and the notebook and sighed.
'It's very petty to let the world be destroyed because I don't want to ask for help.'
Although she didn't like it, there was no other way to subdue the fanatics summoning an ancient demon than the Royal Supernatural Investigation Bureau.
She reviewed her notes once more to report what she knew to the Bureau.

"Huh? Wait a minute."
Looking at the sketch of the summoning circle in the memo again, she felt a sense of incongruity.

"There are no secondary offerings?"

Usually, there are multiple offerings, not just one. This is because there may be flaws that have not been found in the prepared offerings.
"I thought the raven carcass and golden chalice were also offerings!"
Then the story changes.

"Wait. Are these guys stupid? I might be Neutral, but if I wasn't a virgin, the summoning of Ahadpesera would have failed!"