My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 88.2
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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‘I’m sure. This is the first time in my life that I have felt such strong emotions for someone…’
‘…….’
‘So until I die… I will never forget it.’
He acted as if he would divorce me according to my wishes, but at the same time, he did not give a definite answer.
As if he was trying to persuade me somehow during this brief truce.
But never in my dreams would I be persuaded by him.
Because I am firm in my decision that I just want to spend the rest of my life in peace.
When I’m by your side… I’m only ever hurt.
Trying to love you again? I don’t want to put myself down. No more.
‘…You breathed your life force into me to save me… It was something I didn’t want you to do.’
I had Derek destroy the magic tool. The life force sharing technique used in that magic tool was a forbidden magic. If he continues to use that magic, Theodore will eventually die.
By handing over his entire life to me.
And that wasn’t what I wanted.
If he were to die trying to save me, I wouldn’t be able to forget him, and I would have to carry the weight of his heart for the rest of my life.
That was out of the question.
‘So giving me your life force is not for me. It’s just your self-satisfaction.’
It was then.
Theodore, who had been quiet, twitched his eyelids and trembled.
It was clear that something had started again.
‘Somnia. ‘Did you succeed?’
—……
‘Somnia?’
—…Unbelievable.
‘What’s wrong?’
…Somnia was reacting strangely. When I was about to ask the reason again—
“……!”
A suddenly stronger sense of sharing. I stumbled as if I was being swept away by a strong current, but finally managed to regain my balance. The scenery in my memory that soon came into view was as clear as reality.
Something extremely strange that can be seen through Theodore’s eyes…
He saw it at the very moment he was trying to get up after sitting down.
‘…Somnia, what is this?’
—……
‘Somnia?’
Somnia’s condition continued to be unusual. I felt Theodore raising his spirit, wary of ‘it’. He narrowed his eyes and looked at ‘it’ closely.
The more he looked at that shape, the more bizarre it became… It was very terrible.
‘What on earth is this…?’
‘What? What the hell is this…’
At that moment, Theodore and my thoughts in my memory coincided. At that time, ‘it’ twitched as if it felt Theodore’s gaze.
It was a deep dark red thing…
It looked as muddy as mud, but seemed to disperse like fog. Above that strange, shapeless shape, hundreds, if not thousands, of people were sticking out as if they were writhing in pain.
‘Is it a monster…?’
The moment when Theodore, who had fixed his sword, was about to carefully approach it.
I immediately stopped at the unbelievable phenomenon that came into view.
Around ‘it’… Signs of a rift were beginning to appear.
‘This…’
At that time, Seraphim conveyed his will to Theodore as if warning or informing him of something.
If I were to interpret its meaning, it was as follows.
‘Magic, spirit power, balance, destruction, ominous presence.’
‘…Somnia, this……’
A strong intuition flashed through my mind. The puzzles that had been scattered for so long seemed to fit together in an instant. As if to add to that reasoning, someone appeared behind Theodore with his clothes flapping.
‘……!’
The man who appeared using space movement magic attacked Theodore before he could defend himself. Blood flowed from Theodore’s injured head.
But the problem wasn’t the head wound. The assailant who attacked Theodore was—
‘Owen’s wizard…!’
My heart was pounding strongly. The next moment, the memory was interrupted as the strange creature attacked Theodore as if following the wizard’s orders.
Finally, the shared senses dispersed. At the same time, Somnia, who had separated from Theodore’s body, became mad and began to stir all around.
—Nonsense! This is blasphemy! Dirty humans! Crazy humans!
Somnia bellowed and cursed and then sobbed as she called out to the Great Spirit. It felt so terrible that I couldn’t bear it.
I was so flustered as I watched Somnia, then turned my head to check Theodore’s condition.
He hadn’t woken up yet.
‘No way… There should be nothing wrong.’
Feeling my heart pounding with anxiety and shock, I cautiously asked Somnia.
“Somnia, what’s wrong? Tell me why Is Theodore okay?”
—……
Somnia, who continued to stir around the room, stopped as if she had finally heard my voice. Then she slowly approached me. The night sky, sparkling as if it contained starlight, came to me.
At that moment, the strange creature in Theodore’s memory overlapped with Somnia’s appearance.
…Of course, it’s completely different. But something that feels somewhat similar is…… Why?
—…Humans… created it.
“What…? I cannot hear you properly.”
—Humans… created an artificial spirit!
“What…”
That’s…
I was dumbfounded, wondering what she was talking about. An artificial spirit? A man-made spirit?
“Something like that… Nonsense. How would it be possible for humans to create spirits? The spirit…”
—All spirits and the providence of this world were created by the Great Spirit.
“…….”
When humans artificially create spirits, the spirits become twisted. Because it went against providence.
“Then… That in Theodore’s memory…”
—It’s a spirit created by humans with magic that can’t become anything. No, should I call it necromancy? Because its core…
Somnia paused for a moment, but after that it seemed like I knew even without hearing from her.
The figure that was sticking out above the ‘Spirit of Death’… The suffering faces and hands of countless people.
…Because it was the soul of dead humans.
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