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Part 3 : Remember?

Wearing the hood of her robe, Keith fearlessly continued her steps forward, shaking off doubt let alone fear. The past week Steve has been very busy with matters of meeting and monitoring the war troops as his father's trusted leader. It was that negligence that gave Keith an opportunity tonight to get out and go to her destination to satisfy her curiosity. It was enough that the ladies and guards at the palace could hold their intention to leave the Chermayn residence. Now Keith has managed to escape, and she won't want to spare it.

"Ah, I'm almost there," she muttered happily, continuing her steps as she lifted the skirt of her super troublesome dress high. Squinting at a building was no less magnificent than hers — Chloire's residence. "I must be crazy."

Moving on like innocence, Keith had guessed that it would be exactly what she was facing now. "Stop! She's one of the Chermayn clans!"

"For what she is here? She must have been sent by the enemy to commit fraud!"

"She's suspicious! Should we drag her before Big Master?"

Keith caught her breath, took a moment to gasp but still tried to maintain a calm gesture. "I didn't mean it what you think. It's true that I'm part of Chermayn, introduce me to Keith Chermayn," she admitted, then continued. And I came here to meet Daniel Chloire. Private meeting. Nothing's wrong, right?"

To be honest, a meeting between the two parties should make sense. Especially when warfare is indeed carried out on the basis of ancestral customs alone. When one clan has won and attained the position of the highest caste it is the duty of the two to honor it, then life goes on as before — it should be. Just because the time of war is imminent, and the situation is at its peak, it is no wonder that the entire security sector is made as vigilant as possible.

"Let her." A heavy voice suddenly dominated, making all aspects of security that were still trying to hold back and prevent Keith from backing down and bowing deeply.

"Good evening, Young Master," said some of them.

Daniel stared flatly at Keith, clearly showing a confused look at what his guest meant tonight. "What's your problem?"

Keith froze, didn't hurry to answer. Euphoria just crept into her chest.

"I asked, what is there with me?!" Daniel repeated, half embarrassed, inviting the appearance of suspicion on all faces of his bodyguard. "Tsk, what a trouble maker. Just come with me!" he snapped, a moment later pulled Keith's arm roughly to come with him into the house. As if the journey became endless, Keith just realized that she was taken into Daniel's private room.

"Don't think so weirdly, I have no other choice, beside to bring you here." Daniel said skillfully, just as his bead caught the girl's wary look.

The woman suddenly looked around the room, decorating the luxurious room with a gloomy nuance that somehow suited the character of the owner of the room. Check out the wall accessories in the form of a roaring tiger and some black urns lined up on a stunningly carved table. Keith returned to her blind focus on the young man who had just brought her here. "You ... changed a lot."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything. I just didn't expect it. One week that was not easy for me to accept all of them."

Daniel took a deep breath. "If your only purpose in coming here was to share your insignificant bragging, you better go home now. I can send my bodyguard to deliver a message to your husband."

"I'm not bragging."

"It would be even worse if my father's core bodyguards found out where you are. You will be dragged to the main room and sentenced to beheaded."

"Then just do it. I don't really care." Keith shrugged nonchalantly. Walk slowly around Daniel's room. Still a question mark in her mind, why being around Daniel still feels the same as going home no matter how rude and intimidating he is. At first Keith hesitated, but now she was sure. "Did you forget me?" Don't you miss me?

"Stop talking nonsense."

Keith smiled a bitter smile. Perhaps her youth in the vampire world was the reason Keith wasn't able to know much; perhaps death and life after becoming a vampire make humans slowly forget their memories and identities while they are still alive. Perhaps Daniel has experienced that. Seven years is a long time, and it's still not Daniel's fault.

"Even your name wasn't Daniel," muttered Keith, clenching a dam of tears. Don't you remember a little about your past life, Joe?

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