My Husband Hates Me, But He Lost His Memories - Chapter 93.2
Translator: Effe
Editor: Yonnee
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I looked at Charlotte’s back and smiled, but soon returned to a serious expression and spoke to Zen.
“Zen, let’s hurry to the training grounds.”
“Yes…!”
Zen also looked somewhat flustered, perhaps surprised by the unexpected news. He and I hurried to the training grounds without stopping even for a moment.
I already felt exhausted, perhaps because I was more active than usual today. But I had to stay alert and hold on until Owen and Hessen left. We can’t let our efforts go to waste…
“…Lily, are you okay?”
“……?”
At that time, Zen asked carefully. I didn’t understand his question for a moment, but then I realized what it meant and opened my mouth slightly.
Somehow, a shallow smile escaped between my lips.
“I’m okay. Thank you for your concern.”
“Still… Take a good rest after today. Your complexion doesn’t look good.”
Zen looked like a whining puppy as he glanced at me with concerned eyes. Is it rude to keep thinking like this? But he really does resemble a large shepherd dog.
“Okay, I’ll rest well, so please don’t worry.”
When I said that I would definitely do so, Zen nodded his head, as if feeling a little relieved.
And not long after, we arrived at the training ground.
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As I entered the training grounds, my body automatically tensed.
The sound of clashing blades was so sharp it seemed as if it would rip through my eardrums, and the sight of Theodore and Owen competing head-to-head came into view.
The two people were concentrating as if they didn’t even notice us coming, and their skills were evenly matched. I couldn’t decide who was better between the two.
‘This… I don’t think anyone will win.’
It was then.
Theodore, who suddenly flinched, took a step back and urgently looked back.
His eyes were immediately focused on me. Even while he was fighting with all his concentration, it seemed like he was aware of my presence.
“…Duke Valentino is amazing. If it were me, I would probably be completely distracted.”
Zen said this in a voice of pure admiration. I didn’t know what to say in response. I was just trying to shake off the strange trembling that momentarily passed by.
As I met the blue eyes filled with raw speculation, I assured myself that he was only momentarily surprised.
“……!”
At that time, Owen lunged at Theodore with terrifying force. There was a deep madness lurking in his eyes as he stared at Theodore. Theodore skillfully blocked Owen’s attack, but for some reason, a faint feeling of anxiety lingered in my heart.
‘Owen… Why did he ask to spar with Theodore?’
As soon as such a question came to mind, a bluish-white cold began to form on the tip of Owen’s sword.
It was clearly Frigga’s energy. And, I intuitively knew what Owen’s intentions were.
“Stop!”
Without even having time to think further, my body moved first. However, Owen swung the cold-covered sword without stopping.
Cold snowflakes flew everywhere. One of them was about to reach Theodore.
Shaaa—!
A strong wind blew from somewhere and broke the snowflakes. The wind carrying the energy of hot summer had a golden color. It was none other than Zen’s Ventus.
“…It is not polite to interrupt during a sparring session, Young Duke Delacroix.”
Owen scolded Zen without hesitation. Zen flinched reflexively and a stiff smile crossed his lips. His fingertips directing Ventus were trembling slightly.
“Have you forgotten the rule that you cannot use spiritual power in a regular sparring session? I just stopped an unfair game.”
At Zen’s words, Owen took a quick look at the cold air flowing around him and muttered half-heartedly.
“Oh, did I use my spirit’s power? I guess I did it unconsciously. I seem to have gotten too absorbed.”
“…….”
Even Hessen, who was watching with folded arms, looked bewildered. He was relating to Hessen. I was very offended, but it was just as absurd.
‘Owen did it unconsciously? Ridiculous.’
Accidents like this often occur when the spirit contractor becomes too deeply immersed during sparring.
But Owen was not the kind of person to make such a mistake.
He obviously did it on purpose.
He intended to harm Theodore…
‘…The question is, what was Owen trying to do with Frigga’s power just now?’
The snowflakes fluttering everywhere were clearly of an unusual type. Since these snow were created by spirits, they must have contained power that transcended common sense.
…What on earth were you trying to do?
While I was pondering the question, blue flames suddenly appeared and surrounded all directions.
“……!”
After a moment of surprise, the flame completely extinguished only Frigga’s coldness and then disappeared.
Theodore’s eyes, which had awakened Seraphim, were shining much bluer than usual. It was eyes that seemed to burn everything they looked into without a trace.
Staring at Owen with those eyes, Theodore spoke in a cold voice.
“Are you not confident that you can beat me in a fair manner? I see you’re using some strange tricks.”
“…….”
Owen’s mouth twitched mercilessly. His eyes, glaring at Theodore, were shining darkly and ominously.
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