Yasiris opened her mouth several times, but without making a sound.
Her mind was filled with chaos, unable to formulate a complete sentence.
Kazan is Cain?
This doesn't make any sense.
It would have been more logical for him to say that he had created a magical instrument with the Emperor's authority to imitate Cain's appearance.
Kazan, who has been trying hard to win her heart lately, is capable of doing anything.
Didn't you say that he should have at least shown honesty by changing his face?
Maybe he thought about this and prepared for it.
Yes, it should be so.
It must be.
...But, as if mocking Yasiris's attempts at denial, Kazan's voice continued.
"We have a lot of secrets that only the two of us know.
Where do I start?
Our first secret kiss under an umbrella on a rainy day?"
“I used to bring kiwi juice whenever you felt unwell.
Later, I struggled to bring you an ice dessert that was hard to hide.”
“Stop...”
“Do you remember the day we shared our bodies for the first time?
When I was completely drunk and I took you to your room...”
“Stop!!”
Yasiris's scream, covering her ears, was like a scream.
Her unfocused eyes wandered into the void.
Her happy memories of the swamp were shattered in an instant.
Images of what Kakain and Kakazan had done exchanged in her mind.
“How... how could you... do this to me...”
Yasiris trembled with the feeling of betrayal.
She couldn't speak because of the emotional outburst.
Kazan couldn't face Yasiris like this, so he looked at the ceiling.
Their past, full of wounds, tortured not only Yasiris, but him as well.
“I thought you betrayed me.
I returned to Osivia ready to die for you.
After I became Emperor as promised, I found you engaged to Bariteon Kilodian.”
“What… I didn’t make such a promise… Cain is definitely dead...”
Incomplete sentences came out.
Kazan was equally confused, but tried to convey the facts as objectively as possible.
“While you were secretly with me and rejected all marriage proposals, weren’t you in an embarrassing situation?
A princess of a country could not marry a lowly noble like Jeannot.
As time passed, the pressure of the royal family increased, and you were about to be forcibly married to a high-ranking noble.”
“So I decided to reclaim my identity as a prince.
I left Beren to become Emperor Ozevia and officially marry you.
I pretended to go on a long business trip and created a fake corpse for Jeannot’s end.”
“Without saying anything...”
While Yasiris was about to explode in anger, Kazan's voice continued coldly.
“And all this was discussed with you.
I shared my identity and purpose with you, and I left Kazan with your support.”
But when they met again, Yasiris remembered nothing.
Instead, she got engaged to someone else, making Kazan feel betrayed.
Yasiris finally realized what had happened, and looked at Kazan with astonished eyes.
Due to the many shocks, she felt as if her heart stopped for a moment, and her body became strangely calm.
Her rapid breathing calmed, and Yasiris collected her stunned expression and opened her mouth.
“…I don’t remember talking to you about this.”
“It seems so.
You seemed to know nothing.”
“All I know is that you said you were going on a long business trip... and then you died.”
Cain, Cain Guinot, the man I loved, is dead.
How much she cried in front of his mutilated corpse, which she did not recognize.
Yasiris had not forgotten the day of Cain's burial.
The temperature, the wind, and even the temperature of the rain that fell.
In an unreal feeling, she hugged the grave and cried until she collapsed and had a fever for days.
Of course, if I had known the body was fake, this wouldn't have happened.
“…Even if that was the case, Bariteon was my ally.
You knew he was my childhood friend.
While the Crown Prince was pressuring me to give up the right to the throne or marry against my will…I couldn’t forget you, Cain.
To buy time…I allied myself with Bariteon.
I faked an engagement to avoid the threat.”
Her breathing was strangely ragged.
Yasiris tried to speak calmly, but her trembling voice could not be restrained.
“If I had known from the beginning that you were alive...it wouldn't have come to this.”
“Sari...”
“If you had talked to me frankly...
If I had cleared up the misunderstanding from the beginning...”
Dark clouds filled her blue eyes.
Tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
A silent drop of water fell from her chin.
They were tears of Yasiris, but Kazan felt as if his heart was the one that touched the ground.
He could tell that she had sworn a blood oath with him in exchange for her memory.
He thought she broke the oath when she didn't recognize him, so he didn't mention the past he kept alone.
But he couldn't even wipe away her tears.
He saw the red tragedy approaching, and his breathing stopped as he watched the end of Yasiris.
"I."
Her wet eyes held a red sheen.
Not because of crying, but because the silent chains of the department began to move.
The unstoppable and unstoppable magic has awakened from its long slumber.
“I don't love you anymore, Kane.”
Knock-!
The sound of something crashing was heard.
Yasiris's hardened eyes widened and then slowly closed.
Kazan cradled her collapsed body.
He held her tightly to his chest, burying his face in her hair and whispering.
“Bye, Sari.”
It was a farewell that no one heard.
To the old lover he finally lost, to the precious memories that disappeared with him, Cain Jenot paid his last tribute.
“Goodbye...”
Tack-! , tk-!
Tears fell.
The man's remorse fell into the ears of Yasiris.
“I, Yasaris Chernian, swear not to betray the love of Cain Jeannot, nor to reveal his identity to anyone, and to attach this to all the memories of my days with him.”
The broken section flowed with falling water.
It was a past that could never be recovered.
Che-!
Che-!
The chirping of birds heralding the morning crept in through the window.
I opened the curtains, letting warm sunlight onto the bedroom floor.
The gradually expanding light reached the end of the large bed.
When her slightly exposed fingers peeked out from the blanket, her white hand twitched as if she was tickled.
“Um...ah”
Yasaris tried to turn over in her sleep, but stopped because of severe pain in her stomach.
She frowned and opened her eyes with difficulty, seeing a familiar place.
It was her room.
A carefully decorated bedroom bears traces of her life with her child.
But the warmth that was supposed to be at her side was gone.
"Michael?"
Where is the child?
Why am I infected?
Is Michael okay?
“Michael, ah!”
Yasiris instinctively tried to look for her child but fell sideways.
While she was trembling from pain she had never known before and raising her body with difficulty, the door opened.
Tack-!
Yasiris suddenly turned towards the open door.
A man carrying herbs, bandages, and healing tools stopped when his eyes crossed hers.
Black hair and red eyes.
A color combination so rare that it couldn't help but be special, Yasiris's eyes widened.
“Tinilath…?”
Why is a member of Ozevia's imperial family here?
As if he intends to cure me.
While Yasiris was lost in confusion, the man approached the bed.
Hiding a wavering expression with an expressionless face, he sat down next to her and put down the items.
“Lucky you're awake now.
I was worried because you didn't open your eyes for two days.”
"Who are you?
Belle, do you know anything about Michael?
A kid with platinum blonde hair and red eyes, I woke up hurt and alone…"
“Sari.”
Years later, Yasiris paused when she heard her nickname.
As soon as she thought that her identity was revealed, countless questions flooded in.
Why was I here as Liz?
I was definitely living like Princess Beren.
When and how did I get pregnant and give birth to Michael, how did I become infected, and how did I get to this moment?
Yasiris held her forehead in confusion.
She lost memories not of a few days, but of years, and just when she was about to collapse in panic, a low voice interrupted her thoughts.
“The baby is fine, don’t worry.
You have many questions, but let’s put the medicine first.”