Outside, the boisterous drinking party between the dwarven ancestors and their descendants continued. But here, in the deepest part of the floating stone, the ‘Central Dogma’ where only Isaac and Andrea remained, was silent. The shimmering white waves looked like beer foam.
And within each of those bubbles was a painful memory of the dwarves.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Isaac took several deep breaths in a row. Seeing this, Andrea tilted her head.
‘He acted like he was going to step up so bravely… why is he hesitating now?’
Andrea spoke to Isaac.
“…When are you going to do it, human?”
“Just a moment, please.”
After finishing some light stretching, Isaac continued.
“…You’re supposed to warm up before getting in the water.”
“Right.”
“Okay, I’m really going in now.”
Isaac thrust his hand into the white foam of memories. The moment his fingertips touched a bubble.
Zzzzt!
“Kuaaaargh!”
Isaac screamed.
“…Didn’t I tell you it would hurt?”
Andrea had expected this to happen. After all, unless one possessed a heart of steel, a person could not accept the pain of others.
“Are you going to give up and leave now?”
“No!”
Isaac gritted his teeth.
“Hoh.”
Andrea watched him with an intrigued expression. Isaac brought a trembling hand to his temple.
“The memories of suffering in the bubbles… I’m going to erase them, okay? After the memory is erased, please explain everything again.”