Chapter 15

“Nope.”

Seeing him slightly shake his head made me feel both relieved and a little sorry. Losing your memories was like cutting out a piece or an entirety of your life.

They may have been unpleasant, difficult, and painful, but there must have been good memories within them.

Even at this moment, I was sure that there were still loyal people searching for him.

“It would be nice if your memories had come back. I mean, you have to go back.”

Hearing that, Knox froze.

“Go back?”

“Yes. Back to where you came from.”

“Where was I from?”

“Huh? Of course, that’ll be your Duke… I mean, how would I know?”

I nearly said his Dukedom.

“But don’t you have a place to go back to? It’s not like you fell from the sky…”

His face hardened. Looking into his eyes, I recalled the first day we met. His purple eyes had been as cold as frost.

“How are you so sure? Why are you so certain that I have a place to go back to?”

I stared blankly at the blood dripping from the tip of his sword. My lips began to twitch.

“… I’ve taken care of monster’s corpses before with my sister, down to their fur. There’s an area to take care of this in the backyard.”

It wasn’t difficult to drag the powerless bodies to the back of the house.

I tried not to tremble as Knox silently lifted the men and brought them to the back.

How do I explain this to my sister when she comes back? No, or maybe we could hide them for a while? Because when you think about something desperately, something else can be forgotten.

But then, Knox grabbed my hand, and I froze as he spoke.

“You’re shaking.”

“What? Huh… Ah, yes. Am I? That’s strange? Why… was I… shaking?”

He was right. This man was this novel’s male lead and he could cut down 5 men with ease. He may have lost his memories but he was still essentially the duke.

I awkwardly laughed. But with his beast-like senses, he read me quickly.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“…What?”

“Something came to me just now. …When I took the sword, there was someone who looked at me just like you did. That person even cursed at me.” 1

I didn’t realise that I hadn’t let go of his hand, which had been holding mine so tightly. He must have noticed my trembling hand. Despite my tremors, I clasped his hand tightly then raised my head.

“I’m not the type to be afraid of the person who protected me.” 1

“…”

I knew that Knox was a cruel and heartless man. So, I had shaken in fear that I could end up like those men someday.

I bit my lips. But the people he was pointing his sword to where his enemies, not me.

“So, I’m not scared of you.”