What It's Like to Be an Emanator of Nihility?

Chapter 3 : Mikhail, The First of The Twelve Rooks

"That's right. I'm curious because this incident was quite surprising to me, but what about the percentage of Young Master Cale's memories returning?" Yura asked.

"It's very unfortunate, but according to the doctor, Cale will lose all of his old memories forever. Then, he will also gradually lose his new memories as well. The doctor called it gradual memory loss." Count Deruth replied.

"Gradual memory loss? Hm... That's really bad." Yura said.

"That way, Young Master Cale would not be able to become the family heir. That's a shame." Another assistant said.

"Hey, watch your words! After all, it was already decided and it was Young Master Cale himself who threw the seat of heir to Young Master Basen. It wouldn't be good if we imposed our will on Young Master Cale." Yura replied.

"Cale had no intention of becoming the heir from the start. He did all those lessons since childhood just because he was an only child. Despite everything, I'm thankful that Cale is okay. That's enough for me." Count Deruth replied.

They continued their work. On the other side, Cale is now in front of the gate of his mansion. He had also spoken to Countess Violan about this little trip and had gotten permission from her as well.

He casually opened the gate and walked out of the Mansion. Since his destination was the slums, he also brought a few items that could guarantee his safety. He also did not forget to bring the pocket watch.

As he walked around town, he could feel everyone's...not-so-friendly gazes. Or more towards being alert and afraid. He admitted that he did have a reputation as trash. He also admitted that he was talented as trash.

'Well, whatever it is, it won't be easy to erase my trash image with a mere memory loss.' Cale thought.

After that, Cale paused for a moment and took out a piece of paper that Callian had left behind at that time. It said there that he had to buy food in large quantities. Cale wondered a little about that.

"Large amounts of food? What kind of food? Is anything okay as long as it's food?" Cale wondered as he stared at the paper in his hand.

"It doesn't write about anything else other than large amounts of food. So, I guess anything is fine as long as it's food. Another question, what foods can I buy in large quantities but in a short time?" Cale said while closing his eyes.

Without him realizing, a boy heard his question and spontaneously answered it.

"Bread!" The boy said.

Cale heard that and opened his eyes and looked at the boy. The boy's mother immediately approached them and apologized to Cale for the inconvenience her son caused. Cale told the mother that it was no problem.

"Please forgive my son's rudeness, Young Master." The mother said.

"No, that's fine. On the contrary, I was helped by your son's answer. Some time ago, I was thinking about what foods I could buy in large quantities but in a short time. I didn't think about bread at all and that was a huge help." Cale replied.

"Oh, my son answered like that because I did open a bakery. Then, the time to make the bread wasn't that long either, so maybe he thought that was the right answer." The mother said.

"Oh, you have a smart son, huh. I'm sure he will grow up to be a great scholar." Cale said with a smile.

"By the way, can I have those buns now? For some reason, I had the task of buying food in large quantities." Cale said again.

"Oh, of course, Young Master. How much do you need?" The mother asked.

'Ah, that's right. How much do I need, huh? It also doesn't say the specific amount. Is the more the better?' Cale thought.