“Oh, about that... Hm... Well... it’s because I wanted to prove those stubborn old scholars wrong—the ones who laughed at my research back in college,” Seraphza answered my question with a serious expression. I could see her furrowed brows and feel the anger behind her words.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, this conversation just reminded me of them. I can't wait to see their faces when I finally prove that my theory is closer to the truth than they ever imagined,” she said excitedly while opening something on her Manacrypt. It seemed like she had been preparing for this moment, anticipating that someone would eventually ask about her work.

“Yeah. By the way, did you ever go to college, Reza?”

“No, I never went to college.”

I never thought I’d hear a question like that in another world. As someone who was transported to a different world during high school and spent years battling a demon lord, I never imagined I’d one day be asked about college—especially in a world that, in my mind, was supposed to resemble the Middle Ages.

Or, as some might say… that definitely wasn’t on my bingo card for this year.

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense,” Seraphza nodded. “Well, in college, students have to write a thesis and conduct research before graduation… and I chose to research the hero Reza.”

That caught my attention.

She went on to explain that her research revolved around the various records and accounts of the hero Reza’s journey. Many of these records contained conversations between Reza and his party members about magic and new magical concepts. Surprisingly, some of these ideas had sparked groundbreaking advancements in magic, eventually forming the foundation of modern magical technology—especially when Elara, the genius mage, found ways to make them practical for Arcadia’s people.

As a result, Reza was now regarded as one of the pioneers of Arcadia’s magical revolution.

It felt strange listening to all this—especially coming from a demonkin, who explained it all like a college student giving a presentation. Not only was she speaking in a structured manner, but she also displayed various data and documents she had collected, projected onto the magic screen using her Manacrypt.

Then, with an almost triumphant look, she revealed her conclusion.

“From all the information I’ve gathered—data, research papers, historical records—I came up with a hypothesis.” She turned to me, her jewel-like demonkin eyes gleaming.

“The various theories and innovations proposed by the hero Reza… didn’t actually come from the wisdom of a hero.”

She smirked.

“They came from a game. Of course, it’s not like he talked about anime, manga, and the like all that often. But those things seem to be truly unique to Earth—even now, we’re still trying to figure out what exactly they are. However, games are a different story. Long before the arrival of Hero Reza, games already existed in this world. We even had our own games in ancient times,” she continued explaining.

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“That’s why I find this so interesting. Take storage magic, for example—it has existed for ages, but only a handful of people could use it as a skill. Now, let’s consider what Hero Reza said when he first encountered it: ‘Whoa, this is just like in a story I read before... Hm, ahahaha, it’s like I’m playing a game.’”

She pulled up more records, pointing at them. “See? He made comments like this quite often. And whenever he discovered new magic that had never been seen in this world, he’d say things like, ‘Wow, this works just like in the game I played.’ He even said something like that in the middle of a battle against one of the Four Demon Lord Generals—‘Damn, are you seriously doing a second stage like in a game?’”

Seraphza spoke in a cheerful tone, her enthusiasm evident in every word. Meanwhile, I could only stare at the records of my own words and experiences, now neatly documented. Seeing my past laid out like this felt completely different from recalling it in my own head. Hearing my words from another person's perspective… honestly, it was a little embarrassing.

As I listened, I realized just how often I had talked like that. What must my party members have thought whenever I went off on one of my tangents? Wait… no wonder Elara sometimes had that exasperated look—‘Seriously, again with this?’ Yeah… I guess I might have overdone it.

“Wait, who the hell even wrote all this?” I blurted out, suddenly realizing that Seraphza wasn’t just quoting random history books—this was straight from my own words, documented word for word.

Seraphza gave me a look that screamed, How can you ask something so obvious?

“Well, uh… you know, your mother, Mireza, found me helpless and half-conscious, so maybe I hit my head or something… I don’t remember much,” I said, throwing out an excuse that was only half a lie. Honestly, I didn’t know much about this era of Arcadia.

“Hm, that’s true. That did happen to you… Okay, I’ll tell you,” Seraphza said, giving me a brief look of pity before launching into her explanation.

The answer was surprisingly simple. Most of Elara’s discoveries in magical technology came from conversations with me. She had recorded everything—our discussions, my ramblings about Earth’s technology, and even offhand comments that had given her ideas. She must have realized that these concepts, foreign to Arcadia, could help push the world forward after the Demon Lord was defeated.

So, she wrote everything down. From the moment we first met to our final battle, Elara documented everything she found valuable. Of course, she left out anything too personal, but still… knowing that my random words had become public knowledge was more than a little embarrassing.

At the same time, I couldn’t really blame her. Looking through her notes, I could see her intentions clearly. She must have hoped that, even after she was gone, future generations could read these records and develop technology she herself had never imagined.

Huh… after reading this, how could I even be mad at her? I thought to myself. It was painfully clear—her journals and research were the very foundation of Arcadia’s modern advancements.

And yet… reading her words made me feel lonelier than ever.

Once again, I was reminded that my old comrades—those who had fought by my side—were no longer in this world. That crushing realization settled deep in my chest, a suffocating weight.

I had lost so many people in the war.

But somehow, knowing that they had lived full lives and passed on naturally hurt even more.

It was the same despair I had felt the moment I woke up and realized…

I had been left behind.

Of course, I knew what had happened when I sacrificed myself. But I never thought I would wake up in the future like this…Oh well, it’s not like I could blame them since I maybe put my party the same feeling. I mean, they were probably devastated when they saw me sacrifice myself.

“I wonder if this is karma or something…” I muttered weakly.