While pondering if biting her tongue could cause her to faint, Sharti grasped the last strand of remaining rationality.
‘Strictly speaking, it’s like emergency treatment.’
It was nothing more than artificial respiration to save someone whose voluntary breathing had become impossible. There was no need to attribute any unnecessary meaning.
‘Right. Ren was just desperately…’
She matched their breaths by locking lips.
Sharti tightly closed her eyes and slapped her forehead.
‘Don’t imagine!’
What kind of bizarre response was this after coming back to life? Sharti couldn’t raise her face, feeling the burning sensation. Even if she wanted to express gratitude to Ren, she couldn’t show any sign of consciousness. Closing her mouth, pressing her forehead against Ren’s chest was the best option.
And in the midst of this struggle, Ren, mistaking Sharti’s body movements as suffering from past traumas, was consumed by guilt.
“We found the person we were looking for, but it’s vague. Since a conversation seems necessary, come again tonight at midnight. If you remember ‘Gwendhill,’ join us.”
Ren was terrified by the dreadful conversation promised by Matapju tonight at midnight.
In the midst of the enthusiastic heat, like the first feast of the village, the wizards gathered people around the three pillars that could be considered the heart of the village.
Surrounding the three pillars that could be considered the heart of the village, the wizards began casting spells. Despite pulling more magical power than usual, the wizards from Matap and the Kropel Mercenary Corps raised their staffs freely without showing any signs of difficulty.
Will the passage connecting the sky and the ground open before us now!
Along with the dazzling magic of Matapju, the stones forming the pillars floated into the sky. Then, they began to gather in one place.
The stones, each of which was a top-grade magic stone, reacted to the magical power emitted by the wizards, changing color and shape.
Bustopju watched all this with a satisfied look.
“Thi-this!”
Thunk! Suddenly, a single stone monument appeared in the center where three stone towers had stood.
The monument, covered in an unknown language, was so huge that it had to be looked up at for a long time.
“It contains an oath to protect the lives of the villagers, the territory of the Kropel Mercenary Corps, and the sanctuary of Matap. It is written that everyone should protect what they each hold dear together.”
In response to Bustopju’s explanation, the village chief looked up at the monument with an indescribable feeling. Karun was the same.
It started with a contract. However, today, those gathered around the monument made a connection with their hearts, not a contract.
The unknowing children just stared at the monument, but their pure pupils would surely remember the beginning of today.
Ren walked alone through an alley far from the center of the village, where not a single sound could be heard.
It wasn’t yet midnight, but Ren couldn’t stay with Sharti with an indifferent face.
“I’ll bring you something to eat.”
Using Sharti’s belly clock as an excuse, Ren found a secluded place.
The air in the late-night alley was cool and humid.
As he stood alone in the darkness, the moment when Sharti couldn’t breathe, her face turning pale, and Ren removing her hood by the dimly visible hands, vividly flashed in his mind.
[Shah! Let go of your hands and breathe, …breathe!]Sharti, with eyes devoid of focus and a pale, struggling face, seemed to be gasping for breath. Ren urgently removed the hand covering her mouth. As he confirmed the unconscious state of breath-holding, instinct prevailed over reason.
“……. ”
After recalling the slender body that weakly clung to him without strength, Ren’s gaze sank infinitely. He forcefully severed the vivid and terrifying memory.
Swoosh……
“Indeed, you recognized me.”
As Ren turned his head quietly, Matapju, who came unnoticed, stared at him in the darkness.
Matapju, with various accessories adorning her head and her long hair tied up, silently walked down the alley.
Ren arrived faster than expected, but Matapju was pleased.
“I didn’t know you had talent not only with a sword but also with smoke.”
Matapju smiled playfully, saying it was a lifelike performance as if someone else.
“Now, shall we have a conversation about what has happened?”
Matapju, standing still within arm’s reach, flicked her finger. A transparent barrier appeared in the alley where the two were standing.
“If you used a pseudonym for a reason, I roughly understand. You needed a place to recover your body and breathe, right?”
Matapju unilaterally started the conversation, seemingly knowing everything.
“Finding this village was not a coincidence. Using the woman who is a doctor, you devised a scheme to involve Matap and the mercenary corps, and it was splendid.”
Matapju moved as Ren wished, shaking her head playfully.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
