Chapter 159
Who.
It was a sentence left unfinished, but Yasamin understood its meaning entirely.
“……You’re asking who I am?”
“Ah…….”
Strange.
Just before collapsing, this person had seemed so strong, yet now, they were hesitantly gauging his reaction with timid eyes.
Slender shoulders trembled slightly, eyes were cast downward, lips murmuring unintelligibly.
Neither their physique nor their face had changed, yet the entire atmosphere had reversed.
The divinity… remains the same.
That was why he had waited. With divinity this resplendent, awakening was inevitable.
If he simply remained silent, as he always had, then eventually, she would return. That was what he had believed.
But this situation… he had not expected.
“Your memory… isn’t intact?”
When he murmured quietly, the woman flinched violently and shrank back. It was laughable how she trembled as if she feared him.
Who was it that had been shaking here before? Who was it!
“Ha.”
He let out a cold scoff and staggered to his feet.
He needed time to cool his head.
Perhaps the Siren of now needed that time as well.
To the Siren of now, he was a murderer of her family. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Master?”
“Pamilla. Go inside and check on the mistress. There’s an issue with her memory.”
“Ah! Understood!”
Pamilla, who had been twitching her rounded ears, quickly scurried into the bedroom. Watching this with darkened eyes, Yasamin began walking down the corridor with sluggish steps.
Not knowing where he was going, not knowing where he was supposed to go—just forward. And forward again.
At some point, he collided with a corridor decoration, but he didn’t even realize it.
Crash!!!
The fallen plaster statue shattered into pieces, and Yasamin, staring blankly at the scene, hesitated before clenching his eyes shut.
It’ll be fine. It’s only temporary. She’ll return soon.
If he didn’t believe that, he wouldn’t be able to endure. No, he had to believe it.
Besides, wasn’t this better than her never waking at all?
This time, her divinity had recovered, triggering the return of her memories—or perhaps it had been the other way around, with her memories restoring her divinity. Could it happen again? He wasn’t sure… but dwelling on such negative thoughts wouldn’t help.
She hasn’t fully returned as a god yet. I just need to awaken the rest of her memories.
And maybe, just maybe…
For even a fleeting moment, they could pretend to be an ordinary couple.
Honestly, even though Siren had said she loved him, it was difficult to consider it the love of a conventional lover.
Perhaps it was simply a love slightly more special than what she felt for all other humans.
But that wasn’t what Yasamin wanted.
He wanted to be the only one.
The unchanging priority in her heart, the very first. The eternal, the immutable. The absolute.
If the Siren of now were to learn that… wouldn’t there be a meaningful change when her memories eventually returned?
I know that even this is just a desperate thought I’m clinging to in order to survive.
That’s why it was laughable—utterly absurd.
Miserable.
That was the essence of what he felt now.
But what else could he do?
Had there ever been a time when he wasn’t miserable?
Before the heartless goddess, he had always been nothing more than a toy, so easily discarded.
Yasamin, his gaze fixed on the shattered statue, decided not to resist anymore.
He had struggled for too long. He had split himself in two, cycling endlessly between love and hatred, losing his sanity long ago.
Wasn’t it time to stop?
I’ll let things flow as they will. And if even then, nothing changes… then this time, I’ll truly die. I will take my own life before your very eyes.
And if he couldn’t die, then at the very least, he would wound himself.
Ah, was that the rambling of a madman?
But so what? This was who he was.
Covering his face with both hands, Yasamin let out a hollow laugh.
His parched lips cracked open, and the taste of blood filled his mouth, yet his body continued to tremble with laughter.
Until—
He suddenly stopped.
He was no longer laughing.
“Uh… so, I’m… the queen?”
Meanwhile, Siren couldn’t make sense of any of this.
“Yes! You are the Queen of the South!”
“And that man from before… is my husband?”
“That’s right!”
What was she supposed to do?
Listening to the maid—who, with her round, twitching ears, was clearly not human—Siren couldn’t hide her discomfort.
But her bewilderment didn’t stem from anything else.
It was just… too strange. Too utterly baffling.
What on earth was going on?
I don’t remember anything. I was the useless princess of Wilkeron… Tomorrow, I was supposed to marry the Grand Duke of the South. But suddenly, I’m a queen? And not only that—apparently, I’ve been married for quite some time…?
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