Carla frowned, squeezing thinly enough to meditate on her right eye or not to stare at Gaius.
"... you're not kidding, are you?
Gaius shrugged his shoulders gently.
"It's not like that. At first, I thought I just felt rejuvenated because I changed the way I spoke, but I knew I was."
"... I'm not sure myself..."
"Maybe. It took me quite a while until I realized my mental age was a lot stranger."
"Hmm... isn't it just a matter of mood? Honestly, I feel good about my flesh being young, too. Isn't that the only thing that's creating that kind of atmosphere?
"Uh-huh, maybe when they say that. But I don't know, I don't think that's all."
"Well... well, there's an empirical example of you. Maybe you're right."
"Yeah. It's just, that's why we're talking about everything. Actually, it's not like that's inconvenient."
"Well, you sure do. Assuming it's true that the spirit has been rejuvenated, that doesn't mean it's harmful. I lost my memory and forgot a few spells. It's a problem, but I don't think so."
"Oh, so well... that's not all we're talking about"
"But if Lucifer really erases the memories around here, maybe it's actually harmful just because you don't realize it."