My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 75.2
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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“Ah, shut up! Why are you crying so loud!”
“UWAAHH…!”
As Lily wept more bitterly, Hessen stopped kicking and hesitated for a moment. He seemed to be thinking about something, and soon he grabbed Lily’s collar and raised her up.
“Hey, you… You don’t want to get hit by me, do you? So, do as I tell you to. Because you make me mad—”
At that moment.
Hatred welled up in Lily’s eyes, and with all her strength she kicked Hessen in the shin fiercely.
Ack! Hessen shouted and let go of Lily’s hand while groaning. Hessen stretched out his hand as he fiercely glared at Lily, who was sitting on the ground from the recoil.
“You, you crazy girl……!”
“……!”
Lily picked up whatever she could get her hands on… It was a rather large stone. With it, she shot it at Hessen’s head, who was lunging at her.
“Aack!”
“Kyaah! Young master!”
“Y-Young master!”
Just in time, the handmaids saw the two children and came running screaming. The handmaids didn’t care about Lily. They only cared hard for Hessen and were at a loss.
“Oh my God, Young Master! Are you okay?”
“Your head is bleeding!”
“Uuhh… Ugh…! That… That crazy girl…!”
Hessen pointed at Lily, and the handmaids turned their heads almost simultaneously. Lily stood still, staring at Hessen with unabated eyes. Her tiny hand still clutched the bloody stone.
“…….”
As I watched all of this, I waved my hand and dispersed the dream. The vivid landscape became blurred like paint mixed with water.
I sighed quietly. What would have happened if I had picked up a bigger stone at that time and sent Hessen straight to the afterlife…
‘Perhaps Duke Everett would have personally strangled me.’
I remembered what happened at that time and regretted not being able to break Hessen’s head and kill him. For every time Hessen had bothered me.
But looking back now, I was glad I didn’t kill Hessen at that time and incur the wrath of Duke Everett.
If I had died at such a young age, I would never have met Charlotte and the others. I wouldn’t have come to like A Light in the Dark, and I wouldn’t have met the little light at the Panopticon. So…
[ What about me? ]
“…….”
I stopped and listened to the sudden voice. The owner of this voice that sounds like a child or an elderly person…
[ Don’t you remember me? ]
It was Somnia, the spirit I made a contract with in Panopticon.
[ Is it okay for the contractor to treat the spirit like this? How could you not care? ]
“…….”
I thought Somnia was a bit childish. It’s true that Somnia did a great job in letting me escape Panopticon, but she messed around with my memories and even said she would swallow me if she didn’t like it.
I couldn’t just like Somnia since she acted like a tyrant in many ways…
Perhaps reading my thoughts, Somnia spoke in a grumbling voice.
[ I am a spirit that will be with you forever. In a way, I’m closer to you than your spouse. Appreciate me more! ]
I nodded, staring blankly into the air.
“Yes…”
[ Isn’t your answer too heartless? ]
“Yes…!”
[ Raising your voice a little doesn’t mean you’ve become more motivated! ]
For a while, I had to squabble with Somnia.
I couldn’t fully feel the flow of time because I was in a dream, but I could tell that it was quite some time after I collapsed at the wasteland.
I was curious about the real situation. And even though I am conscious that I am inside my dream, why can’t my body wake up?
Somnia kindly explained, perhaps reading my question.
[ Now your real body is sick. You need to rest more to regain consciousness. And… ]
There was a slightly angry voice.
[ Someone had cursed you. It’s a pretty complicated curse. That’s why your organs are so damaged. At least that’s about it because I’m blocking it with my own strength. If it wasn’t for me, you would have died right in the wasteland far earlier. ]
“…Curse?”
[ Yes. I tried to track down who cursed you while you were unconscious. It’s someone you know. ]
“…….”
I felt like I knew who it was. Having the ability to curse others, there is only one person who has such a grudge against me. Um, no, maybe two? Counting Missus Seymour.
[ Adeline Alvinith. ]
Somnia murmured the name. The voice was full of murderous intent. I nodded my head in anticipation.
“As I thought.”
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