Seira's voice was flushed with excitement, and Maurice lifted his head, a look of suspicion crossing his face.
"Don't tell me."
"That's right. Just as you expected, Leana walked right in. The mage they call the 'Slaughterer of Priests' got herself trapped in the fog of oblivion you laid out, and lost every bit of her memory. So I told her she's my maid. She believed it with such an innocent face, I nearly burst out laughing trying to hold it in."
Anyone caught within the fog of oblivion lost all their memories, and forgot even who they themselves were.
That was why the people here always wore the special robes blessed with holy magic whenever they passed through that border. Without wrapping themselves head to toe in those robes, they too would lose every memory, just as Leana had.
Of course, Maurice himself —…
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