Chapter 131
The Ghost Rats devoted every spare moment to practicing their tricks, and Clara also seemed to be preparing new merchandise. Ever since Cynthia started residing in the mansion, the entire estate brimmed with vitality.
“It would be nice if you could treat her a bit more gently. The young miss has a sensitive disposition and is easily hurt, even by the smallest things. I heard Your Lordship was rather rough with her when you lost your memories, so you should keep that moment in mind and treat her more kindly from now on.”
Melissa pressed the tips of her flower buds together and gave Segleninde her advice.
When it came to Cynthia, Melissa was strict about everything, but she didn’t really blame his unfaithful retainer. Segleninde took her words seriously.
“I suppose you’re right. Damn it, I really don’t have a knack for speaking gently.”
Segleninde knew the reason he had lost his memory.
Not from the very beginning, but it dawned on him the moment he regained his memory.
The reason was simple. He had made it so himself.
Before the banquet began, he had erased his own memories with his own hand.
He met Cynthia while knowing nothing. Had he still retained his memories, he would never have gotten this close to her, and as a result, he would have faced yet another ‘failure’.
With the sensibilities of a non-human being, he might have been unable to understand humans and only hurt her even more. Now, since he had the memories of his ‘amnesiac’ self, he’d finally learned how to treat her properly this time.
As per Melissa’s advice, he also changed the atmosphere of the mansion considerably.
The environment, once overflowing with slaughter and terror, was now transformed to provide only the kinds of traps humans most enjoyed.
Though some creatures, having gone beyond the boundaries he’d previously set due to his memory loss, had attacked Cynthia of their own accord, fortunately, Segleninde strictly followed the suggestion he’d implanted in himself before losing his memory.
To protect Cynthia so that she would not die. And to kill anything that tried to harm her. To cherish her.
Because he followed that suggestion, even in his amnesiac state, Segleninde did not let her die. Even when he’d lost his memories, he had fallen for her at first sight, which only proved how strong the suggestion had been.
He also let her enjoy everything the mansion had to offer.
In truth, hadn’t Cynthia herself come to enjoy the pleasure, even as she was embarrassed by the s****l quests or traps? Thinking back to the times she cried, he felt it had been too much, but he could make up for that little by little.
Moreover, after spending time with Cynthia, he gradually learned how he should treat her to make her want to stay with him in this place forever.
To be gentle, to love, to cherish and treasure her. He just needed to show her his true feelings.
“If only I’d done so from the beginning. Such a simple thing, but I’d taken such a long detour.”
Segleninde reproached his own foolishness.
Therefore, from now on, he would truly love and cherish her with all his heart.
He’d grown used to his human form long ago, so from now on, he would act and think like a human, always fitting himself to her. He would see to it that she never had reason to be hurt or to cry, that she could only ever be happy by his side.
Because she would dislike it, he would no longer kill other humans for sustenance, but would take nourishment only from her. There was no reason to obtain tasteless nourishment from anyone else when he had his woman by his side.
He would only drink from her and live together with her forever.
When spring came, he would have a new dress made for her and go out hand in hand. In summer, they would visit the sea, in autumn, he would hold a grand banquet and show the world that he was the man of the happiest woman alive, and in winter, they would stay huddled together all day, never parting.
She had received so much of his seed that by now, she must already have a lifespan unlike that of ordinary humans. By sharing even his life force, they would literally be together for eternity.
So, from now on, he would truly treat her well. He would love her as if she were a branch growing from the same root as himself.
Segleninde made this vow with a satisfied face, then checked the time and grumbled, thinking of his fiancée, who still hadn’t shown up. Was she sulking because he told her to leave the teddy bear behind? In any case, his woman always required a lot of care.
Later, he’d do her a favor and take care of the teddy bear so it couldn’t cause any more trouble, then return it to her arms. Then Cynthia would at last smile brightly and leap into his arms with joy. Just imagining it made him smile to himself as he stepped out of the dining room.
Ding—
Ironically, for once, fate. Which always seemed to strike Cynthia from behind. Took her side.
Segleninde finally came to understand what humans meant when they said it felt like being struck on the back of the head with a hammer.
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