Chapter 97 Proof

Sorry, Magic. You don't recognize true lies.

A heavy carved door stood before my eyes, its pattern exactly the same as that of the underground treasure house.

Melia put her hand on it and knocked on it, but it made a muffled sound.

"How about it? Pandora's room is just at the back. Do you have a way to open it?" Elena crossed her arms leisurely, her eyes occasionally passing over the slightly curled hair ends.

"Hey, isn't it you who should open it? Pandora is the court mage, why would she use such a heavy door?" Melia knocked hard and withdrew her hand with a cry.

Are you kidding? This gate is guarding the imperial tomb.

"Yes, of course she is the court mage. Her entire family has protected this place for hundreds of years."

Elena walked towards the stairs. "I haven't been crowned yet. She won't obey me completely."

Seeing her rush downstairs, Melia hurriedly followed, skirt in hand. Remember the location first, so you can return later as a cat to investigate.

"Don't think I can't see it. You definitely don't want to doubt Pandora~" She caught up with Elena, jumped and held her hand.

His hand trembled, but he finally shook her hand back: "Of course she doesn't want to, she's a supporter."

Without the help of the court mage, it would be difficult for her, the young master, to ascend the throne.

As long as you can become the master of this country, there is no need to worry about minor flaws in your memory.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, she took the cat demon's hand and walked towards the garden: "Come, let's continue investigating."

Melia's sea-blue eyes were filled with smiles, and she slowly pursed her lips: You are not serious at all, you treat the crisis as a game.

After all, the memory has been modified.

In her eyes, Athens was her hometown, Pandora her childhood sweetheart, and in a few days she would ascend the throne. Peace and joy abounded, with no need to overthrow or start over.

I must make Elena realize the seriousness of the matter. What method should I use? I got it!

"Alexandra" should be born based on "Alexander". No matter how much they change it, the goblins will not change their own prophecies.

She really didn't know what specific prophecies the fairies had made, but she knew Alexander the Great in the real world!

Melia walked over to the rose bushes, admiring the blossoms that had been magically preserved through the winter.

Half a minute later, she happily tapped the bud and said, "I heard there are many interesting plays in Athens. Can you take me to see them?"

"Okay." Elena nodded indifferently, and her earlobe was suddenly pricked by the hairy forehead hair.

"This is Athens, the most important city-state in Greece. What country are you the king of?"

"Needless to say, of course I'm Greek..." The subconscious answer froze in his mouth.

No, not Greece, "I" am the King of Macedonia.

His father's death was still fresh in his mind, and his mother had taken away other heirs before her death.

The nobles and officials had no confidence in her, only the court wizards argued forcefully, vowing to push her to the position of emperor.

[Of course, who else could it be? Every inch of this world is waiting for "me" to conquer.]

"It's Macedonia, isn't it?"

Melia smiled and walked around to her. "Let's deduce why a princess from Macedonia would come to Athens? Why would she carelessly build a castle and be so beloved?"

Why...

Elena fell into deep thought, and countless memories suddenly emerged.

After a moment, she answered with certainty: "Of course it's because my father has conquered Athens and made it the temporary capital of Macedonia."

Hiss, it actually worked out temporarily.

Melia glanced at the laurel leaf crown on her head and had an idea in her mind: the fairies must be constantly updating Elena's memory through some means.

I don’t know if it’s due to the constraints of the rules or the interest of the fairies, but they prefer to deceive the human who controls the key node, rather than completely control and eliminate them like they do with small fry.

As long as Alexander the Great's experience can be restored bit by bit, the details are not important.

Even if the credit for conquering Greece was "given" to the fictitious former king, the fairies could always start a rebellion if they wanted to, and let "Alexandra" come forward to quell the rebellion and reconquer Greece.

"I see. Then, [Princess of Macedonia] Elena, please stop missing your poor father, Caesar, and go shopping with me~"

Melia smiled like a little fox and put her arm around Elena.

Caesar...

She gritted her teeth at first, but then relaxed them after seeing the girl's provocative expression: "Okay, let's go, Miss Cat Demon."

"Call me Meimei!"

"Okay, okay, Meimei."

"Hmph~ That's pretty good."

Even if my mood is still disturbed by the word Caesar, as long as I see those clear eyes, I will suddenly calm down.

"You really hated me at first."

The memory vaguely flashed through a coquettish expression ["It's okay, we can be said to have fallen in love over time~"]

Who is speaking?

Why do I always feel like... I will give a negative answer?

…

The crowd was like a river, making a constant rustling sound.

Elena woke up from her thoughts, and the first thing she saw was Meimei's expression of swallowing her saliva: she stared at the roadside stall without blinking, her eyes almost glued to the barbecue.

"Pfft." Elena took out a gold coin from her bosom and said, "Use it to buy food. The beef-flavored bread rolls are the best. It's a pity they don't sell beef here."

"Hey~ You seem familiar with bread rolls, right? Where did you first eat them?"

Her brown eyes flickered, and Elena answered without hesitation: "Rome."

After answering, his fingers trembled, and after several seconds he said "oh", "I went to the Roman capital to study, and I ate it then."

"Hey, let me tell you something good."

Melia spun and bounded up the steps. "The first bread roll shop in the world was in the Colosseum. That shop is mine."

Ah, she remembered, it seemed to be in the Colosseum in the center of Rome.

That day she watched a wonderful gladiatorial contest, and then bought two rolls with... with Pandora? Why did Pandora end up in Rome? Oh, she wanted to study abroad too.

Are we that close? Probably, after all, we grew up together.

The memory formed a perfect circle, but Elena felt a small void in her heart.

She followed Melia silently, watching her count the shops on the street and evaluate the quality of the goods. She always felt that she was more familiar with Athens than she was.

Clearly not from Athens... Hmm? Why would I think so? Because the other party is a cat demon, definitely not from Athens.

"Elena, why are you in a daze again?"

Melia's fingers flicked gently, and her hair pushed up to her ears. "Look, even in Athens there are people playing football."

The girl stood on tiptoe and pointed towards the square not far away.

[That's the big square, where citizens' assemblies are often held—but they are no longer held now because the king is about to be crowned.]

The words came to mind, but Elena didn't speak. She and Melia simply looked at the children in the square. They were chasing a ball.

Football, an entertainment activity that came from Rome.

A lot of information takes a long time to be transmitted from Rome to Athens, after all, there are other scattered city-states in between. However, entertainment projects are different. Merchants and nobles will do their utmost to spread them as quickly as possible.

Every time Egypt produced a new set of chess pieces, Athens would replicate it within two months.

The spread of football was much faster than that of chess pieces. It did not even require word of mouth among the nobles, because gladiators, gladiatorial bosses, slave traders and a large number of civilians who came to watch the fun were all involved.

Like them, many people were standing at the edge of the square watching the two teams of children play football.

A man dressed as a businessman cheered and complained to his friends: "Hey, Roman Melia is really... Why did she allow such an interesting game to appear!"

"Isn't that great? Oh~ Your arena is too small to accommodate four teams, hahahaha!"

No wonder, it turned out to be the owner of the small arena. If such an investor wanted to organize a football match, he would have to sign a contract with other stadium owners and form a league.

Football requires a race for first place, and there must be at least four different teams to ensure that first place has some stakes and value. With so many teams and the support staff, it would be impossible to run a football match without a hundred or so slaves.

The Colosseum quickly seized the opportunity to expand, advertising "Exciting football matches this weekend!"

"Elena, are you thinking about the football game? You must know a lot~"

"Um?"

Melia poked her cheek cunningly: "Because I told you all that by my pillow~"

Ouch, I can’t afford to lose!

Melia covered her head and nodded towards the square, "Alright, alright, if you don't believe me, forget it. By the way, if you remember playing football, but actually..."

Before she could finish her words, a football was kicked hard by a child and flew towards them rapidly.

Boom!

Elena raised her leg and lightly bounced back with the instep of her foot.

With a crisp sound, the ball hit the goalpost and bounced far away.

"Okay, what do you want to say?" She lifted her blonde hair and turned around calmly.

Uh, no, even if she hadn't really practiced soccer, with Elena's reaction speed and physical fitness, she could have mastered it instantly. There was no way to use poor soccer skills to disprove a false memory.

Wait, I’ve mastered it in an instant… Got it!

Melia clapped her hands and said, "Let's go find a deserted place with a stone table and wooden planks~"

"OK."

…

The villa was covered with vines. Elena picked up the plants and threw them aside, then placed the wooden board she had bought on the table.

The winter wind was cold, but she felt warm in her heart.

"Come on, what are you going to do?" You've proven my memory is flawed, but how are you going to prove it's false? I'm really...looking forward to it.

"Hey-hey yo."

Melia took the wooden board and tried to bend it on both sides, but it would not budge.

Elena chuckled and took it, and it broke into two pieces with a snap.

"Well, good table tennis players can hit the ball with the sole of their shoe, and we can do the same with a wooden board~"

Melia lifted the wooden board confidently and motioned for Elena to pick up the other side.

There were no ping-pong balls here, so she took out the small wooden ball she had just bought and used a wooden board to gently hit it. "It's called ping-pong, but what we're doing is more like cricket, right?"

Snap! Even without any introduction to the rules, Elena naturally hit back with the wooden board.

At first, she used too much force and Melia couldn't catch it. She slowly slowed her wrist and tried to feed the ball back.

After more than ten minutes, the two players became more and more in sync with each other. With Elena deliberately feeding the ball, the game gradually became more and more interactive.

With a plop, the wooden ball fell to the ground.

Melia explained as she picked up the balls: "Table tennis is more suitable for gatherings with friends than football. Since you studied in Rome and are so skilled at it, you must have played it before. It's also very popular~"

Snooker? Table tennis? Cricket?

It seemed like she had, she did have a memory of it. Scenes gradually unfolded, one after another. She was lying on the sofa, bored, with two people playing ping-pong ball next to her.

"Yes, I have."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the smile gradually widening on Melia's face.

"That's right, Elena. I made that up—it doesn't even exist now."

Sorry, magic.

You don't recognize true lies.

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Thanks to nanaya_scarlet, Luomuxiaoxiaoxia, and Leilei of Shiqiburuan~