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{3rd Pov}
Subaru no longer knew what he was supposed to do.
He had exhausted every option available to him, swallowing his pride again and again as he went before all three Royal Candidates to beg for their assistance.
Each time, he had hoped—no, convinced himself—that at least one of them would listen.
Yet in the end, not a single one agreed to help him.
Worse still, it wasn't just rejection he received.
Every meeting had left him feeling smaller than before.
He had been dismissed, mocked, and treated as if his desperation itself was an annoyance.
The final blow came from Priscilla, who had openly insulted him, called him a pig without the slightest hesitation, and had him forcibly thrown out as if he were nothing more than trash cluttering her presence.
His thoughts were still in disarray when he noticed Rem walking toward him.
The moment he saw her, a faint spark of hope ignited in his chest, fragile but desperate.
His expression brightened slightly as he rushed to speak, his voice strained with expectation.
"Rem! D–Did you manage to get any help?" he asked quickly, clinging to the possibility that she had succeeded where he had failed.
Rem stopped in front of him.
The change in her expression was immediate, and his heart sank before she even spoke.
Her face darkened as she lowered her gaze slightly and answered in a quiet but steady voice.
"I informed the knights about the Witch Cult," she said.
"However, they told me that the Witch Cult's movements have always been random. They refused to take my words seriously and would not believe me."
Her response hit him harder than any insult.
Subaru felt the blood drain from his face as the last shred of hope slipped through his fingers.
His chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt as though his heart had nearly stopped altogether.
Another failure.
Another door closed.
And once again, he was left with nothing.
He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as memories he wished he could forget resurfaced in his mind. The image of Rem dying in the previous loop replayed again and again, vivid and merciless, refusing to fade no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. The screams, the helplessness, the way everything had slipped out of his control—it all came rushing back at once.
He couldn't go through that again.
He wouldn't go through that again.
Subaru lifted his head and looked up at the sky above him.
It was wide, clear, and painfully blue, stretching endlessly as if mocking his situation.
Staring at it, he let out a long, exhausted sigh before muttering under his breath, his voice heavy with frustration and disbelief.
"What have I done to deserve this?"
There was no answer, of course.
He shook his head slightly and forced himself to inhale deeply, then exhale, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
He began pacing back and forth, his steps uneven as his mind worked desperately to come up with some kind of solution—any solution that didn't end in disaster.
Then, suddenly, he froze.
"W–Wait," he said, stopping mid-step as an idea formed.
His eyes widened slightly as he turned toward Rem.
"What if we warn them ahead of time and evacuate the entire village?"
He spoke quickly, as if afraid the thought might disappear if he didn't say it out loud.
Rem blinked in surprise and fell silent, her gaze lowering as she considered his words.
For a brief moment, she remained deep in thought, weighing the risks and possibilities.
After a pause, she nodded slowly.
"That could work," Rem replied.
"If we know the Witch Cult is going to attack, then evacuating everyone in advance could help ensure that no one is caught in the assault," she continued, her tone calm but serious.
"At the very least, it would greatly increase their chances of surviving."
Hearing that, Subaru felt a small weight lift from his chest.
His lips curved into a smile—weak and strained, but genuine nonetheless.
"Great," he said, letting out a short breath of relief.
"Let's try this."
It no longer mattered how many times he had already died.
It also didn't matter how many more times he might have to die in the future.
As long as even a single possibility existed—no matter how small or uncertain—he would continue to act on it without hesitation.
That was his resolve.
He would save them.
No amount of pain, fear, or repetition would stop him from moving forward.
Even if the world reset over and over again, even if he was forced to relive the same failures countless times, he would keep pushing ahead as long as there was a chance to change the outcome.
What he didn't know was that fate had already begun to shift in his favor.
Luck, which had seemed absent for so long, was about to make the biggest U-turn of his life—one so sudden and so extreme that he couldn't have imagined it even in his wildest expectations.
Events beyond his awareness were already lining up, quietly altering the path ahead of him.
All of it, of course, was thanks to the almighty Author.
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Priscilla sat silently on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other as she calmly sipped her tea.
The room was quiet, almost oppressively so, with the only other presence being Alderban, who stood a short distance away, watching her without saying a word.
The atmosphere felt heavy, as though the events from earlier still lingered in the air.
Alderban knew she was in a bad mood.
Anyone familiar with her could tell.
Her meeting with Natsuki Subaru had clearly left an unpleasant impression, and the memory of it was still fresh.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of his own.
He understood that Natsuki Subaru must have gone through something terrible in his repeated loops—something that had pushed him into such desperation that he would lower himself to begging.
Alderban didn't doubt that for a moment.
However, understanding didn't mean he could intervene.
There was nothing he could do to help him, even if he wanted to.
It was not his battle to fight.
He was still lost in those thoughts when something suddenly changed.
Priscilla froze mid-motion, her movements stopping completely as if time itself had halted.
Her expression went utterly blank, devoid of emotion, as though she had been stunned by something unseen.
For a brief moment, she remained like that, unmoving.
Then, she blinked rapidly, her eyes fluttering several times in quick succession, as if she were trying to refocus or process whatever had just occurred.
She rose abruptly from the sofa, her movements sharp and alert as she began to look around the room with caution.
Her gaze swept across her surroundings, and her hand instinctively lifted into the air, fingers tensing as if she were about to summon the Yang Sword at any moment.
Her posture was rigid, prepared for danger that she couldn't yet identify.
Then she noticed Alderban standing directly in front of her.
He was alive.
He was no longer dead, he was alive.
He stared at her with wide eyes, clearly stunned by her sudden and extreme reaction.
The confusion on his face mirrored the tension in her own body.
"Princess? Is there anything wrong?!" he asked urgently, taking a step toward her as concern crept into his voice.
"Alderban," she muttered.
The name left her lips slowly, awkwardly, as if it were unfamiliar to her—like a word she hadn't spoken in many decades.
The sound of it seemed strange even to her own ears.
"Yes, Princess?" Alderban replied, now thoroughly confused.
He continued to watch her closely as she lowered her gaze and began staring at herself instead.
She examined her hands first.
They were smooth, unmarked, and completely free of wrinkles.
Her fingers were steady, far younger than she remembered them being.
Her attention shifted to her clothes, and she frowned.
They were different—nothing like what she knew she was supposed to be wearing.
Her breathing grew slightly uneven.
Spotting a mirror nearby, she turned sharply and walked toward it, almost rushing the last few steps.
When she looked at her reflection, her eyes widened in pure shock.
Staring back at her was a face that was unmistakably her own—yet far younger and far more youthful than she had ever expected to see again.
"I am young… I'm back to being young," she muttered to herself, her voice trembling slightly with shock.
The realization hit her all at once, and she raised both hands to her head, pressing her fingers against her temples as she tried to steady her thoughts and properly take in what had just happened.
"Princess, are you alright?! Is someone using magic on you?" Alderban asked urgently as he stepped closer, reaching out as if to support her before she could lose her balance.
Before he could touch her, she reacted on instinct.
With a sharp, jerking motion, she shoved him away, her eyes snapping open as she glared at him.
"Who gave you permission to touch me?"
The words were cold, sharp, and unmistakably familiar.
Hearing them, Alderban froze for a brief moment before letting out a slow, controlled breath.
That single sentence was enough to confirm it.
This was indeed Priscilla.
She turned away from him and sat back down on the sofa, her movements stiff but deliberate.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back slightly, trying to calm her breathing while her mind worked rapidly.
'I am back in the past… decades back in the past,' she thought, her expression tightening as the implications settled in.
'This is just like darling's Return by Death.'
Her thoughts continued to spiral as she analyzed the situation carefully.
'Did he bring me back?' she questioned immediately before dismissing the idea.
'No. He never had the power to bring someone else back with him.'
A pause followed as another possibility surfaced.
'Then did I somehow acquire an ability similar to his?' she wondered.
'After all, Alderban possesses such an ability as well.'
She remained silent, eyes still closed, as she seriously considered the weight of that conclusion.
As she thought about it more deeply, the reality of the situation began to sink in.
Her entire life—everything she had lived through, everything she had built—had been undone.
The weight of that realization filled her with anger, a deep and overwhelming anger directed at whoever had dragged her back into the past without her consent.
She had already lived her life.
Her early days had not been easy, nor had they been particularly kind to her, but despite that, she had endured.
Over time, she had carved out a place for herself, and in the end, she had managed to live a happy life for the remainder of her years.
She had spent those days beside Subaru, standing with him, sharing her life with him until the very end.
When Subaru eventually died of old age, something inside her had broken.
With him gone, she had lost any remaining will to continue living.
Seeing no further purpose in enduring such a cruel world alone, she had chosen to incinerate her own body, leaving behind nothing but ashes.
Her final wish had been simple—to have those ashes mixed with her husband's, so that even in death, they would remain together.
And now, after all of that, the next thing she knew was this.
She had opened her eyes only to find herself here, returned to a distant past she had already left behind long ago.
She held her head tightly, her fingers digging into her hair as she struggled to accept that something like this had truly happened to her.
No matter how many times she replayed the situation in her mind, it still felt unreal.
Everything she had built over an entire lifetime—her years with Subaru, the children she had raised and loved, all the memories she had cherished—had been completely undone in an instant.
The loss threatened to overwhelm her.
'N–No, I cannot break,' she told herself firmly, forcing her breathing to steady.
'Darling had to experience things like this countless times, and yet he endured them all.'
The thought of Subaru, of what he had suffered and still managed to overcome, became her anchor.
'If my husband could still smile after enduring such experiences,' she continued internally, clinging to that image, 'then why can't I do the same?'
The words didn't erase the pain, but they gave her enough strength to regain control.
Slowly, she lowered her hands and straightened her posture, pushing aside the urge to collapse under the weight of it all.
'First, I need to determine exactly what time period I'm in,' she reasoned, shifting her focus to something concrete.
'Considering that Alderban is still alive, this must be the period when I had just taken darling as my servant.'
Her gaze drifted toward Alderban as she finished that thought.
Feeling her eyes on him, he involuntarily shivered, sensing that something about her had changed in a way he couldn't explain.
"Alderban," she said in her familiar, cold tone, her voice calm but commanding.
"Where is Dar—Subaru?"
"Uh—Princess, I threw him out, as you instructed," Alderban replied carefully.
Even as he spoke, suspicion was already creeping into his thoughts.
Her behavior since moments ago had been strange, far from normal.
Still, he didn't press the issue.
He had long since accepted that fully understanding the woman known as Priscilla was beyond him.
'Thrown him out?' she thought.
'Did I really throw him out back then?'
After a brief pause, she reasoned it through.
'Well, it's possible. At this point in time, darling and I weren't that close yet.'
Her expression remained unchanged as she reached her conclusion.
Without turning to look at Alderban, she spoke again, her tone as composed and detached as ever.
"Tell him that I am no longer angry," she said.
"Have him return and make me a cup of tea."
The words hung in the air.
For a moment, the room fell completely silent—so silent that it felt as though even the air itself had stopped moving.
Alderban simply stared at Priscilla, his eyes wide, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard.
It was, without question, the most confusion he had ever felt in his life.
"Princess, you do realize that he is not your servant, correct?" Alderban said slowly, choosing each word with care.
"You rejected his request outright and personally threw him out, all while showing clear disgust toward him."
"What?!"
She shot to her feet in shock, the sudden movement catching Alderban off guard.
Her eyes widened in genuine surprise as she stared directly at him, disbelief written plainly across her face.
"He is not my servant at th—wait," she stopped herself mid-sentence, her expression tightening as if something had just occurred to her.
"Alderban, it seems I may be suffering from a side effect of my technique. I appear to have forgotten what happened just moments ago. Tell me exactly what occurred."
Alderban hesitated.
By now, his suspicions had risen dangerously high.
Her behavior, her words, even her reactions felt off in a way he couldn't easily explain.
And yet, despite all of that, he was certain of one thing—the Priscilla standing in front of him was not a doppelganger or an imposter.
'Perhaps she truly is suffering from some kind of side effect,' he thought reluctantly.
After all, there were many things he didn't fully understand about Priscilla.
And if he was being honest with himself, he didn't knew everything about Priscilla despite being her servant.
He had also lost count of how many times both he had been killed by her after he angered her, only for him to rewind time again and again to undo those outcomes.
He knew her temper better than anyone.
That knowledge was precisely why, despite his lingering suspicion, he decided not to press the matter further.
If this really was a side effect, questioning her too deeply could only make things worse.
Taking a quiet breath, he pushed his doubts aside.
Without further hesitation, Alderban began recounting exactly what had just happened.
He explained how Natsuki Subaru had come before her to beg for military support to save Arlam village.
According to Alderban, Subaru had been completely desperate, standing there with nothing of value to offer in exchange.
He had pleaded openly, lowering himself without hesitation, making it clear that he had no leverage and no bargaining chip—only his request.
That was when Priscilla had responded.
She had ordered him to kiss her toe as proof of his sincerity.
And when Subaru, driven by desperation, had actually moved to comply with that demand, she had kicked him away without warning, her expression filled with extreme disgust.
She had labeled his actions as nothing more than the greed of a pig.
After that, she had continued to insult him without restraint.
Finally, she had commanded that he be thrown out immediately, stating that if he remained any longer, she would kill him in anger.
As Alderban finished recounting everything that had happened, Priscilla's face visibly drained of color.
The strength left her legs, and she collapsed back onto the sofa, her posture stiff and unsteady.
Her mind reeled.
'I kicked away darling?' she thought in disbelief, her chest tightening as the words repeated themselves in her head.
It shouldn't have been like this.
In her original timeline, Subaru had offered himself to her as a servant in exchange for her help.
At the time, she had found the proposal amusing rather than serious, and that amusement alone was what made her decide to assist him.
There had been no deeper reason behind it—only curiosity and mild interest.
Initially, she had viewed him as nothing more than a jester.
Someone disposable.
Someone she could keep around for entertainment and discard once she inevitably grew bored.
In fact, she herself did not knew how many times she had killed him during those early days, nor how many times he had been forced to return by death as a result.
Back then, their relationship had been nothing but one-sided and cruel, defined entirely by her whims and his persistence.
Yet, things began to change.
She remembered helping him in the battle against the Witch Cult, expecting little more than chaos and failure.
Instead, she had been caught off guard by his immaculate planning, his ability to adapt under pressure, and the sheer courage he displayed despite being utterly outmatched.
Those actions alone were enough to crack her initial perception of him.
After that, he continued to defy her expectations.
One miracle followed another.
Each impossible success chipped away at the image she had formed of him, replacing it with something far more complex and far more impressive.
Slowly but unmistakably, her view of him changed completely.
At some point during all of this, she realized she had fallen in love with him.
Thanks to her intellect, she had already figured out the nature of his power long before he ever spoke of it.
She saw through the patterns, the resets, and the cost hidden behind his victories.
More importantly, she noticed the side effects—his growing self-destructive tendencies, his willingness to throw away his own life without hesitation, and the damage it inflicted on him each time.
That was when she made a vow to herself.
For the rest of her life, she would protect him.
She would ensure that he would never be harmed again, even if that meant standing between him and the world itself.
And after that, everything else became history.
Now, she had broken that promise.
She had insulted him and thrown him out at the exact moment when he needed her help the most. When he had been desperate, when he had come to her with nothing left to rely on, she had turned him away without mercy.
She had hurt him.
That realization was completely intolerable to her.
Anger began to rise within her, hot and suffocating, but it wasn't directed at anyone else.
It was aimed squarely at herself.
The more she thought about it, the stronger it grew, tightening in her chest and refusing to settle.
"Alderban," she spoke up suddenly.
Her voice was cold—sharp enough to cut through the air of the room.
The tone alone was enough to make the helmeted man stiffen, a shiver running down his spine.
"Y–Yes, Princess," he replied immediately.
He didn't need to look at her face to understand.
He knew that tone from anywhere.
She was angry.
And not just angry—extremely so.
"Which leg?" she asked.
The question caught Alderban completely off guard.
He froze for a moment, clearly confused, as her words hung heavily in the air.
Her tone was calm on the surface, but beneath it was something far more dangerous—wrath so intense it was almost tangible.
"With which leg did I kick him away?" she asked again, this time more clearly.
Her voice was filled with venom, each word spoken slowly, deliberately, as if daring the answer to be anything else.
"R–Right leg?" Alderban replied hesitantly, uncertainty thick in his voice.
The moment the words left his mouth, Priscilla acted.
Before Alderban could even react, she manifested her Yang Sword in her hand.
There was no pause, no hesitation, no visible doubt on her face.
In a single, decisive motion, she brought the blade down and sliced through her own right leg without restraint.
Blood burst across the floor in a violent spray as her right leg was cleanly severed from her body.
The limb hit the ground heavily, but even that wasn't the end of it.
Flames immediately erupted, engulfing the severed leg completely.
In seconds, it was incinerated entirely—burned away so thoroughly that not even ashes were left behind.
"Princess! What are you doing?!" Alderban shouted in shock.
He stared in horror at the sight before him.
Priscilla now stood on only one leg, her balance unwavering despite the injury.
Blood continued to spill from the stump below her knee, soaking into the floor as exposed flesh, muscle, and nerves were left plainly visible.
Yet her expression remained composed.
She took a slow, deep breath, steadying herself, before turning her gaze toward Alderban.
"Alderban," she said calmly, as if nothing extraordinary had just occurred.
"Call a healer—preferably the Blue—to regrow my divine self a new leg."
She paused briefly, then continued without concern.
"However, if one is not available, it matters not. Simply procure a prosthetic leg instead. I will have no further need for my right leg anymore."
Her voice did not waver once.
Her words left him completely stunned.
In that moment, Alderban understood with absolute certainty that something was wrong—seriously wrong.
This was no longer just strange behavior or momentary instability.
Whatever was happening went far beyond that.
"No, Princess!" he protested, his voice rising despite his fear.
"You must tell me why you are acting so strangely like this?!"
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
She turned her gaze toward him, fixing him with a sharp, familiar glare.
It was the same look she had given countless times before—the kind that made it clear his head could be severed in the very next moment if she so wished.
Alderban stiffened, his body reacting on instinct, every sense screaming danger.
For a brief second, it truly felt as though she might kill him.
But she didn't.
She reined herself in, forcing the anger down.
She knew she couldn't kill Alderban—not now, at least.
Doing so would only complicate things further.
That realization gave her just enough restraint to pause.
She thought for a moment, her expression tightening as she weighed her words carefully.
"Alderban," she said at last, her voice low and deliberate, "I know about your domain."
The effect was immediate.
Alderban froze completely, his breath catching in his throat.
His eyes widened beneath his helmet as shock washed over him.
Hearing her speak of it so casually—exposing his greatest secret as if it were nothing—left him utterly stunned.
"I also know about da—Natsuki Subaru's ability," she continued, correcting herself mid-sentence.
"The one that mirrors your own. You could say that I, too, have experienced something similar to what you have."
Her words openly exposed the truth she had been holding back.
"Princess, that's impossible. You can rew—" Alderban began instinctively, panic creeping into his voice.
He stopped immediately.
Priscilla raised a single finger and placed it lightly against her lips, her gaze locking onto him with sharp intensity.
The unspoken warning was unmistakable.
"Do not speak of it," she said coldly.
"We both know the consequences."
Her words struck him harder than any blade.
She wasn't just aware of the ability—she understood the reason it could never be spoken aloud.
Alderban's eyes widened beneath his helmet as realization crashed down on him.
That knowledge alone meant something terrifying.
''She even knows about the curse,' he realized in disbelief.
'The Witch of Envy's punishment placed upon Natsuki Subaru.'
His thoughts raced as he tried to make sense of it all.
'Just how far into the future did she return from?', he wondered.
'Weeks? Months? No… that doesn't fit.'
The more he considered it, the clearer it became.
'At the very least, it must be a year—or even more.'
With that conclusion, the sudden and drastic change in Priscilla's behavior finally began to make sense.
"I–I see, Princess," Alderban replied, lifting a hand to touch his helmet as if to steady himself.
His voice was careful, restrained, as he processed everything she had just revealed.
"Call me a healer now," she ordered immediately.
"And most importantly, get dar—"
She clicked her tongue sharply, cutting herself off before the affectionate word she used for Natsuki Subaru could slip out yet again.
This was already the third time she had nearly said it aloud.
"Call Natsuki Subaru back," she corrected herself coldly.
"Tell him that I am willing to lend my help."
Alderban nodded in response, though his gaze briefly dropped to her still-open wound, blood continuing to spill from where her right leg had been severed.
The sight clearly disturbed him, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.
Before he could speak, she spat out another command.
"Go. Right. Now."
The force in her voice made him freeze on the spot.
A second later, he nodded again, more stiffly this time, and turned away without another word.
He quickly moved to summon the rest of the servants, issuing orders for a healer to be called immediately—and for Natsuki Subaru to be brought back at once.
Meanwhile, Priscilla sat back down on the sofa, her posture rigid despite her attempt to appear composed.
Blood continued to slowly spill from her severed leg, staining the floor beneath her.
The burning pain shot through her body relentlessly, sharp and persistent, yet even that sensation paled in comparison to the weight pressing down on her chest.
The pain in her leg was nothing compared to the guilt.
The guilt of humiliating her darling.
As she remained seated, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to what had happened earlier.
The more she replayed it in her mind, the more disturbed she became.
'Why did things change so drastically?' she wondered.
'Shouldn't he have simply offered himself as my servant, just as before? And shouldn't I have accepted it out of amusement, exactly like I did in the past?'
That was how it was supposed to happen.
And yet, it hadn't.
The realization unsettled her deeply.
Everything had deviated far too much from what she remembered.
The flow of events no longer aligned with the path she knew so well.
As she continued thinking, another possibility surfaced in her mind.
'Is this what darling used to call the butterfly effect?'
The thought lingered.
The more she considered it, the more sense it made.
She knew better than anyone that every time Subaru returned to the past, even the smallest change in his actions could lead to entirely different outcomes.
One altered decision, one delayed step, or one misplaced word could reshape everything that followed.
He had repeated that process again and again, adjusting his actions each time, until he finally achieved victory—or at the very least, the most ideal outcome possible.
Perhaps this was simply another consequence of that.
Perhaps her own "Return by Death" had triggered a butterfly effect—one severe enough to completely alter the flow of events.
That single divergence might have resulted in Natsuki Subaru never becoming her servant in this timeline, unlike what had happened before.
'Perhaps that is the case,' she thought.
But that realization led her to the next, far more important question.
'Is it only me who returned by death… or did Natsuki Subaru return as well?'
As she considered it carefully, she slowly came to an unsettling conclusion.
The chances of Subaru returning alongside her were actually quite low.
If he truly had returned, he would not have stopped after being humiliated.
No matter how badly she had insulted him or thrown him out, he would have come back again—just as he always did.
And not only that.
If Subaru had returned, he would have known exactly how to approach her.
He would have adjusted his words, his behavior, and his timing perfectly.
With his deep understanding of her personality and habits, he would have inevitably found a way to make her agree to his proposal, one way or another.
The fact that none of that had happened spoke volumes.
As that realization settled in, her eyes slowly lost their light.
A dull emptiness replaced the sharp anger she had felt before.
The truth was painful, and there was no escaping it.
She had lost everything.
All the moments she had shared with her darling—the years they had spent together, the struggles, the victories, the quiet happiness—were gone.
Those memories existed now only within her.
And now, she was the only one left to remember them.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails biting into her palms as she struggled to keep herself from crying.
Her shoulders tensed, and for a brief moment, her breathing became uneven as emotion threatened to overwhelm her.
'I cannot be this weak,' she told herself harshly.
'Myself cannot afford to break like this.'
Her thoughts immediately turned to him.
'My darling experienced this kind of suffering again and again,' she continued internally.
'And what about me? Just experiencing it once, and I'm already on the verge of breaking?'
Her jaw tightened.
'No. My divine self is not that fragile.'
The weakness she felt now was unacceptable.
Even if everything had been undone, even if she had been thrown back to the very beginning, she refused to give up.
A familiar fire began to rise within her chest—slow at first, but steadily growing stronger.
'Even if I have to do everything all over again,' she resolved, 'I will make darling fall in love with me once more.'
The determination hardened.
'We will build a family again,' she continued.
'And this time, it will be far away from this royal selection and these worthless, garbage kingdoms.'
By the time her thoughts settled, her will had fully reignited.
The hesitation was gone.
What remained was resolve—clear and unyielding.
At that very moment, the door opened.
Schult stepped into the room—and instantly froze.
His eyes landed on the scene before him, particularly on the dismembered leg and the blood-stained floor.
A second later, his face drained of color as the horror fully registered.
He let out a terrified scream, the sound echoing sharply through the room.
...
Meanwhile, across the world, similar scenes were unfolding in countless different places.
One by one, many women began recalling memories that did not belong to the current timeline—memories of lives they had lived alongside Natsuki Subaru.
Entire histories resurfaced in their minds: shared struggles, battles fought together, promises made, and futures that had once been real to them.
Each of them remembered a different version of the same man, shaped by different choices and different paths, yet undeniably the same Natsuki Subaru they had loved.
Completely unaware of any of this, Subaru himself continued on as usual, oblivious to the fact that reality had shifted in a way that tied him to far more people than he could possibly imagine.
At that very moment, he had unknowingly gained many wives out of nowhere—women who carried entire lifetimes of memories with him, while he remembered none of it at all.
To be continued...
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