“Huh... What language is this?” Sita wondered. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“Indeed,” Orthoaguina agreed.

I recalled the time when I visited the fake ruins with Victorica, where she and her father made up their own Bloodrain language to add mystique to the attraction.

“Let me see,” I said. “Is it some kind of original language that someone creatively came up...with...?”

Half jokingly, I joined in to peer at the book, but my voice quickly grew feeble and trailed off. And that was no surprise, since I could read this newfound language.

Agard...

This “mysterious” language was Japanese.

11. A Nostalgic Language

I was so stunned to read Japanese that my brain nearly ground to a halt...but by the same token, there was no way I could keep my thoughts from racing.What’s going on? Is this real? I’m not just seeing things? What’s happening?—my inner voice was an endless carousel of questions. I could tell everyone was talking about something, but it was all going in one ear and out the other.

“My lady?” Tutte asked. I was so thrown off that even she wasn’t sure what to make of how I was acting, and she was staring at me with a puzzled look on her face.

When I caught wind of her watching me panic, my derailed train of thought gradually began to get back on course, and I started to reason out what I’d seen.Calm down, Mary.Think about this with a clear head. This was never beyond the realm of possibility—God never said that I was the onlyperson who’d come here. There’s a good chance that others reincarnated into this world before me, and in fact,