Chapter 191
Once the situation settled, Segleninde hurried to clean up the aftermath.
First, he revived the creatures killed by his own hand. Starting with Melissa, all the servants, the Butcher Cook brothers, the Ghost Rats, the Gorgon, and Clara. Every single creature came back to life without exception, and only after checking Cynthia’s condition did they feel relieved.
To those who had offered their bodies to protect Cynthia from him while he had lost his memories, Segleninde gave generous rewards. Of course, all those procedures were carried out only after he first moved the exhausted Cynthia to a comfortable place, and after he had thoroughly bathed together with her.
The ruined mansion was busily cleaned up by servants, thrilled by news of the Madam’s safety and the shower of bonuses.
After washing with Segleninde and moving to the couple’s bedroom, Cynthia stretched her languid body across the bed and let out a deep sigh. When she checked a little later, it seemed that as the emergency state had been lifted, control authority over the mansion had returned to Segleninde.
Segleninde was still too distracted checking whether Cynthia’s body had been hurt anywhere because of him. Even in the bathroom, he had checked every corner, even deep inside, but that did not seem to satisfy him. So Cynthia hugged his anxious head tightly as before and lay down on the bed with him.
He got angry, saying he had to check more, and stubbornly refused to lie down, but when she patted her husband’s head and left a few kisses on his cheek, the large man who had fallen weakly onto the bed soon quieted down like an obedient cat.
On top of that, Cynthia gave him her honest impression.
“That thing earlier was pretty good. Doing it with the tentacles shaped like a wall.”
“……”
When she lifted a finger and poked his large, muscular chest, he flinched as if he had been stabbed by a blade. He had been regretting how terrible and ugly what he had done to her was the more he thought about it, but since she herself said it was good, he seemed unable to decide how to react.
But in any case, Cynthia had said it was good, so he indirectly promised there would be a next time. Cynthia burst into laughter as if pleased, hugged him tightly again, and left kisses all over his face. The more she did, the hotter the man’s face grew.
And so, as Segleninde returned his wife’s kisses, a question suddenly occurred to him.
“But how exactly did you restore my memories? As you said, even if memories remained in my body, those are quite different from memories that actually exist in my mind, aren’t they?”
“Ah, that’s…”
She had been about to explain anyway, but before Cynthia could say anything, an unwelcome sound rang out.
Ding—
Defeat, success! To think you really pulled that off, huh? Lucky you?
At the message window that suddenly appeared appeared, Segleninde immediately rose and stood in front of Cynthia.
But as if mocking him, new messages appeared one after another.
Keep your promise, Cynthia Margareta Wincastle.
“Sellie, listen carefully to me from now on.”
Cynthia hurriedly turned Segleninde toward her. She wanted to explain as thoroughly as possible, but it seemed there was no time.
“First, that isn’t the real ‘Will of the World’. If something like that existed, it would’ve shown up long ago when I kept getting dragged into this world, but I’ve never experienced anything like that before. You know that too, don’t you? How could a world have a will?”
“Yes… That’s right. Something like that can’t exist. Then what exactly is that thing just now?”
“It’s someone you know too. Actually, I made a deal to restore your memories. In exchange for opening a path to recover your memories, I agreed to let them take their anger out on me. Honestly, restoring your original memories based on the memories left in your body, through the method we always use, was a bit of a gamble.”
Within her hurried words, Segleninde quickly confirmed several pieces of information. A being he also knew, something that called itself the ‘Will of the World’. And someone who had demanded to take out their anger in exchange for helping Cynthia restore his memories through a deal.
Most of all, someone who knew of the ‘System’. The only person who had called Segleninde the ‘villainous mastermind’.
“Remember, Sellie. From now on, no matter what I say or what I do, none of it is sincere. Absolutely not. No matter what happens…”
Ding—
And Cynthia stopped all movement.
Restoring ‘Cynthia Margareta Wincastle’s’ memory state to initial status… Restoration, Complete.
The moment Segleninde saw that message, he grabbed her with urgent hands.
Cynthia, who had frozen as if her pulse had been cut off for a very brief moment, looked at him with a dazed gaze, then suddenly shook off his hand and screamed.
“D-Don’t come near me!”
Her delicate body rolled off the bed. Even though the single bathrobe covering her naked body had fallen open carelessly, exposing her bare skin, Cynthia seemed to have no time to fix it and was only desperate to put distance between herself and him.
Seeing her deathly pale face, Segleninde froze in shock. But the being before his eyes was already no longer the beloved wife he knew, Cynthia.
“Y-You monster! What did you do to me…!”
Before she had fallen in love with him, when only hatred existed between them.
It was Cynthia of the past.
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