The Protagonist’s Party is Too Diligent

“I already knew that.”

Lena blinked at me with a puzzled expression, and for a moment, I was speechless.

Oh, right.

She did say she remembered everything.

This was the difference between those who had just now realized the past had changed and me, who had never thought anything was strange to begin with.

Of course, that meant Lena could recall how I had rewound time just to sample every single parfait on the café’s menu.

“…”

Well…

Yeah, compared to what Lena had just shared, my confession was embarrassingly trivial. The story of a father giving his daughter a stuffed animal because he couldn’t be there for her—compared to “I like sweet things”—it wasn’t even close.

But I couldn’t take it back. That ability was long gone.

So I had no choice but to expand on it, make it sound deeper than it actually was.

“I spent my early years without parents.”

That should work.

Even those who knew about my ability to rewind time didn’t know much about this period of my life. And since I had only learned to use my power after getting beaten up, my time at the orphanage was one of the few stretches of life I had experienced fully, without interference.

Which meant it was one of the only parts of my past I could speak about honestly.

Lena inhaled sharply.

This was starting to feel like I was competing in a who had the worse childhood contest, which was kind of unsettling. But I felt bad that I had made her share something so personal while I had only given her a shallow confession, so I pushed forward.

I moved to sit in a chair, still holding the plush toy in my hands.