Chapter 8 (1/2)

Chapter 8

I hurriedly retreated.

Then I pushed the palm that was trying to erase my memory.

But there was a blue spark flashing as soon as my finger touched his palm.

“Ahh!”

I let out a short scream.

“W-what’s this…”

I alternately glanced at my fingers and the man’s palm before moving my gaze to him.

‘Huh…?’

And what I saw was a very unexpected expression.

Clear agitation was on his face.

Alongside that was a look of shock and bewilderment.

‘Is he very surprised?’

I was curious, but it wasn’t the time to be curious now.

If I didn’t want my memories to be forcibly erased, I had to run away…

I was about to pull my finger back slowly, but the man grabbed my hand at lightning speed.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

There was no time to refuse.

I couldn’t say anything at the sudden contact.

The texture of the skin I touched was too strange.

‘It feels weird.’

But what’s even weirder is that I didn’t feel bad about holding hands with someone I didn’t know.

I looked at the hand that grabbed mine.

And soon, I witnessed something surprising.

A blue liquid flowed from me, and it began to be sucked into the man as we held hands.

‘What?’

I glanced at the man.

“Haa…”

He closed his eyes in content, as if savoring something.

His eyelashes trembled slightly.

Even after it stopped, he did not let go of my hand for a long time.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. But…

The feeling of holding hands with a man was very strange.

Because it was the first time, I felt this way.

After waiting for a long time, I finally couldn’t stand it and called him.

“Excuse me.”

Only then did the man open his eyes.

“Can you let go of my hand?”

“Oh.”

Then he let go of my hand.

Very slowly, as if he didn’t want to let go.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay,”

I quickly hid my free hand under my cloak and replied generously.

So that he didn’t notice that it was my first time holding hands with a man and that I was embarrassed.

However, my calm facade didn’t last long.

It was because he looked at me without saying a word.

I asked him, feeling my face getting hotter,

“Is there something on my face?”

However, it wasn’t an answer that I got.

“Now I know.”

“What…”

When I was surprised, the man briefly smiled.

Soon, he opened his mouth.

“You were the target.”

The answer I heard was something I had never dreamed of.

Target? Me?

“Who was trying to kill me?”

Of course, I knew that Carinne was after me.

But how did this man, that I saw for the first time, know that I was under a threat?

In response to my reaction, he murmured, narrowing his forehead,

“You don’t know anything, do you?”

He clicked his tongue and asked me back,

“Then do you know that you are an epure?”

I widened my eyes.

“How do you know that?”

He asked questions instead of answering again.

“How long have you awakened?”

“I found out yesterday, so it was a day or so.”

“That’s understandable.”

When I saw that man’s eyes looking at me as if I was pathetic, I choked up.

To the point where I forgot that I was afraid of that man a while ago.

It was only my second day after possession.

I was struggling to survive, with no time to fully understand this world.

In a situation where it was impossible to distinguish my enemy or allies, I did not trust people and was repeatedly suspicious of them.

You wouldn’t know how sad and unfair it felt if you haven’t experienced it.

Because I was frustrated, I said to him,

“Can’t you kindly explain it to me?”