Ah, are you hurt? No, you can’t be in pain. If my tooth hurt, then he would have suffered from something like this…

Quickly engaging in self-dialogue, Olivia tightly closed her eyes.

That’s not the issue! What should I do about this? How can I handle the situation?

She wanted to shake her past self’s neck vigorously, but Cryer’s voice, ending her escape from reality, made her round shoulders shudder.

“Olivia.”

Speaking to her with a calmness that bordered on indifference, he continued with his bitten neck.

“If you’re not going to devour me, it might be better to stop.”

Even Olivia, who didn’t know what to do with his nonchalant words, was swept away by them. She involuntarily separated her lips, and in that moment, Cryer, who met her eyes as if in a trance, raised his hand.

He slowly traced the place she had asked about with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth, licking it with the tip of his tongue.

As Olivia’s eyes couldn’t widen any further, Cryer let out a low laugh.

“You might lose your eyes if you keep rolling them like that.”

With the hand not holding her waist, he raised his hand and covered her eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Whether it was because of the warmth of the hand covering her eyes or because of the darkness he radiated, Olivia’s head, which had been spinning in the whirlwind of confusion, suddenly calmed down.

“That… it’s really fortunate.”

As Olivia mumbled in disappointment, seeming to relax, he hugged her with one arm and gently placed her back in the chair.

Looking up at him, Olivia swallowed all kinds of words that came to her tongue.

For example, why did he suddenly kiss her neck, or why, as if jealous, he asked her about such things before. Going back even further, why…

Why did he consume her breath that distant night when he was staggering with alcohol?

Even just listing the things that had flickered by in a moment was enough. If she delved a bit more…

As Olivia consciously shook her head, she thought, Don’t think about it. What does it matter whether it’s love or something else? Besides, he said he considers me as his col…league.

No, do colleagues do such things? Is my understanding of a colleague too narrow?

Her head, which had just managed to calm down, was about to spin again, but a muffled voice woke her up.

“What on earth are you thinking with that small brain? Your expression changes dozens of times.”

As he spoke and faintly smiled, Olivia felt something was beginning to be completely indifferent.

Because he was smiling. So, everything else really didn’t matter.

Even though it wasn’t true, in the flow of consciousness where denial was so intense, a faint voice brought her back.
Whether she was smiling or crying, or perhaps wearing another expression, Olivia’s white face was dyed in various colors.

Cryer reached out, tucking her hair behind her ear and lightly shaking his head.

“What are you thinking about this time?”

If Cryer could peek into Olivia’s thoughts, he might have said not to worry about it and ask about the meaning of his actions. However, unfortunately, the two couldn’t fully read each other’s thoughts.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Your face seemed to have many thoughts.”

“I really wasn’t thinking about anything. Instead.”

Olivia bluntly changed the subject.

“I’ll stop whispering now.”

The heat that had just subsided rushed back again. In response to Olivia’s words, colored with embarrassment and an inexplicable heat, Cryer reins in his desire.

He didn’t provide any particular answer, and Olivia, eager to escape this moment, urgently opened her mouth again.

“Now, give me an answer. What did you decide for the first question?”

Feeling a mix of regret and desire for her not to cling to him like before, Cryer calmly answered.

“I’m going to ask about the past.”

“The past? The memories you lost?”

“Yes.”

Olivia tapped the armrest of the sofa with her fingertips.

“I see. If there’s anyone who might know about the past, it would be the woman who resurrected you.”

“They ‘chose’ me.”

Cryer repeated the words spoken by the supposedly ‘purified’ sorcerer who had already died.

“A chosen warrior at the forefront of fulfilling the will of the ancient god.”

“What a crappy choice.”

Olivia, uncharacteristically, spat out harsh words, causing a momentary pause.

“Did they choose, or did the ancient god issue some kind of decree?”

“As an addition to the first question, more questions have been added.”

In sync with the rhythm of her tapping pen, Olivia muttered to herself as she finally opened her lips.

“I should also look into the records of the Levoir family. Regarding the offering, whether it’s the choice of the ancient god or just.”

“Parents’ choice?”

“…Yes.”

Even as she answered, Olivia couldn’t hide her uneasiness.

If the stamp on Sugar was the ancient god’s choice, then it might be understandable, but if it was her parents’ decision…

“I don’t want to think about that possibility too much. Even the remaining trace of bloodline was completely cut off, along with childhood memories.”