Chapter 166
The dark night outside suddenly flashed bright as lightning struck.
For a few seconds, Yasamin stood frozen, trying to grasp what was happening.
And then—
Ssshhhh!
The sound of rain poured down, pounding against his ears, filling the world around them.
“Ehehe, it’s raining! Now Yasamin, are you happy… too? Like me?”
“……”
“I… wanted to make you happy… so….”
“A downpour.”
“Yeah!”
That bright, innocent face smiling at him felt cruel.
The Siren before him was not the one he had first met. Nor was she Aquafuran—cool, unyielding, burdened with duty and responsibility.
Before him stood a deity—happier, freer.
A god’s wish brings forth miracles, and a god’s desire changes the world.
The order of nature and the workings of the world moved within a god’s grasp.
Unaware of any of this, Siren was instinctively bringing it to life.
“Hah.”
A dry laugh escaped him, and once again, Siren reached out.
Whining for an embrace, she looked as if she wouldn’t settle until he complied, so he willingly leaned in and pressed their bodies together.
Simply because he wanted to.
You… You’re probably happier like this. It’s better to leave you be.
And in turn, he would become that much more miserable.
But Yasamin was accustomed to waiting. Misery had always been a part of his life.
So… if you can stay as bright as you are now, I don’t mind living a few hundred more years in darkness. Probably.
Really?
Can you really be fine with never knowing her at all?
You barely managed to remember her, only to forget her all over again?
A voice thick with blood echoed inside him.
Suppressing the urge to scream, he felt his chest tighten as though it would shatter.
“Yasamin… you know….”
“Yes.”
Her voice, interwoven with the sound of rain, was heartrending.
Though small, he listened intently as Siren whispered to him.
“I… I want to love you again….”
“…Again, you say?”
“I must have loved you before. That’s why… when you make that face, I feel so, so sad. It’s because I lost my memories, isn’t it…? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
In the end, her voice wavered with sobs.
Yet even as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, she didn’t cry.
She was resolute instead.
“I don’t know when I’ll get my memories back. I still don’t even know who I really am. Or why I can perform miracles like this… It’s foolish, isn’t it?”
“……”
“But no matter how impatient I get, nothing will come to me. So I’ve decided to think differently. I’ll… love you again. Maybe if I do, love will bring my memories back….”
A delicate hand cupped his cheek.
As if he were something infinitely precious, she gazed at him, and quiet tears trickled down her face.
“I truly, truly want to love you.”
More than anything he had ever heard before, her words held profound sincerity.
What was he supposed to say to this?
He didn’t know what was right. He parted his lips to speak but ultimately shut them again.
Though he hid it, his fingertips trembled.
That trembling spread—to his arms, his shoulders—until it reached even his broad back.
“You… want to love me.”
“I will. Believe me.”
“As long as you don’t forget me again, that will be enough. I’m sick of being forgotten.”
This was the rawest truth he had ever let slip.
Yes, he was tired of it.
Tired of Siren discarding him so carelessly.
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