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"It should be here."

I come close to the waterfall, which is an entrance to the temple.

In the game, the entrance appeared just by getting close to the waterfall after the main game, but the appearance of the waterfall does not change and the entrance does not show up even if I get close to it.

"Hmm..."

I looked around, but could not find anything that looked like ruins; it was just an ordinary waterfall in the mountains.

If there was a temple behind the waterfall, I would be seriously injured if I tried to force my way through the waterfall.

With all the odds stacked against me, I would try to get as close to the waterfall as possible, just to be safe.

I took off my heavy armor and walked to the waterfall, soaking wet up to my knees. On the way, water droplets fly into my face, making my vision poor.

'It's disgusting, huh?"

I was about to turn back when suddenly I heard a voice that sounded like an old man.

The voice came from beyond the waterfall.

I don't feel a trace of jealousy in that one's emotions.

The memories were presented to you, and although you had been so affectionate with them, they were almost completely absent due to the influence of memories that should not have been available to you. I wonder why."

"Why?"

'You are afraid that the memory is right.

You came here to see if your memories are correct, but why don't you change it by your own actions?

You have given up everything, your fiancée, your future, even your sister, who is supposed to be your family, and you think that everything will be as you remember it!"

I began to understand what the voice was trying to tell me.

'Where is your intention?'

Ever since I regained my memory, I had the feeling that I was looking at this world I was living in from some different perspective.

Perhaps it is that perspective that the voice is trying to tell me.

That I have become merely manipulated by memories and knowledge.

'Show me your jealousy, you were worthy to succeed to this temple!

My intention...

' "...I want to protect the Count's house that I inherited from my father."

"How?

I'll give you time to think it over."

What I thought was my intention was swept away, the owner of the voice is seeking other answers.

I noticed that since this voice told me to do this, my will seems to have faded since I got the memories.

Khalil Dikaman and the man from memory mingled and canceled each other out, and what remained was now me, a being who has the memories of both, but is not either of them.

Well, Khalil Dikaman has more influence on me than I have on him...

"Oh, yeah, I get it."

"I see you've made up your mind.

Well, let me ask you, are you worthy of jealousy?"

"It is I, Khalil Dicaman, who live in the moment.

I am Khalil Dicaman, and I want to protect the Countess, and I do not want to be called the Jealous Count."

''...Hu, hahahahahaha!

I said everything with all my heart.

I even said something that could have put the owner of the voice in a bad mood, even though I wanted the equipment in the temple of jealousy.

But unexpectedly, the owner of the voice seemed to be in a good mood.

"You are not worthy of jealousy.

But it's very interesting, because if it wasn't for me, who is jealous, the other guilty ones would say the same thing.

As the voice speaks, the spray on his face fades.

'Normally I would never be able to open it.

But I want to see your potential, I want to see your last moments, will you hate me, will you laugh at me, or will you be jealous of me in the end?"

"Ouch!"

Pain runs through my right hand.

"I will give you the power of jealousy.

Give me the power of the one who has conquered jealousy.

Let me show you how you should live!"

At the same time as the voices stopped, the flow of the waterfall stopped completely.

A stairway leading underground has appeared where the waterfall used to be, perhaps it is safe to say that I have been recognized by Jealousy.

"This crest is also true to my knowledge."

On my right hand, which was in pain, appeared what is known as the crest of jealousy.

This crest is a symbol of sin, and each one is a sign of a person who possesses the power of sin.

"Let's move."

An unexpected thing happened, but I went down the stairs as soon as possible.

As I descended the stairs, a light came on, illuminating the dark staircase.

"Here I am."

The place at the bottom of the stairs was a beautiful but desolate scene.

There was a stone altar with a crest engraved in the center, and treasure chests containing equipment were placed on all four sides of the altar.

The treasure chests were opened from the nearby ones.

Inside were not only the equipment we had learned about, but also various magical tools, grimoires, and even a stone plate that seemed to belong to an ancient civilization.

I try on the equipment one by one, and if the effects are immediately apparent, it's good; if not, I leave it alone.

If I didn't know what it was, I would leave it alone. This is..."

A square box the size of a dirty fist.

If it is used, it is a dangerous item that gives one the skill to store things in a different space.

However, due to its characteristics, it disappears once it is used, so there are no items whose location is known, except for two items stored as royal treasures.

Without thinking too much about it, the user presses it against his own heart and uses it. My brain sent me instructions on how to use it, and I was reassured that it was genuine after all.

I'm taking it all with me.

I was going to appraise all the tools here and then go home.

I was lucky to get the item box.

For now, I equipped myself with only one ring and headed home.

The effect of this ring is to totally nullify all poisons and prevent physical attacks once an hour, an equipment that was also present in my knowledge.

It is a magnificent piece of equipment that makes the risk of assassination almost zero.

Well, I'll be home soon.

The haul was massive.

I must move quickly to prepare for the next move.