The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me [Complete]

Chapter 63

A warm sunlight streams down, and a matching warmth envelops the white temple.

"Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~"

The owner of the temple, Morione, seems to be in a cheerful mood, humming a tune, clearly in high spirits.

As she flips through a thick book she's been reading, she spends a time that feels usual yet uniquely different.

"Huh...?"

She senses something that doesn't quite fit in with the relaxed atmosphere and makes a face that doesn't match the serene environment.

"Oh my..."

The goddess, slightly intrigued but also showing a hint of displeasure, furrows her brows and strokes her chin.

"Faster than I thought... Is he the boy with the unusual fate? Even I can't make an accurate guess as to what will happen..."

She seems uncomfortable as if a plan she hadn't accounted for has come to fruition, and hurriedly closes the thick book.

"Even if I take away his conscious memories, surely his body remembers the hardships of his past life..."

Morione and Harold, between these two, she senses his own interference in the cage she had constructed.

"He's trying to break the spell himself and return to his previous life... What a remarkable tenacity..."

On one hand, she admires the tenacity, and on the other, she grits her teeth, showing a twisted obsession over the seed she had barely obtained.

"Why does he want his previous life... What could he possibly be aiming for..."

She throws questions that won't reach him, attempting to find answers herself, and makes a deep resolve.

"However, I won't let go of this opportunity that I've just gained... I won't easily release the man who will defy a strong destiny and save me from death in the future."

She clenches her teeth, exuding confidence that she won't lose to anyone or anything.

"My spell may weaken, allowing fragmented memories to return... but he still hasn't fully recalled his former self."

She clenches her fist, her vacant eyes and extraordinary aura chilling the warmth of the place.

"I need a stronger spell, even if it causes him a bit more harm, I must ensure that he's firmly imprinted when he returns."

She tosses aside the thick book she was holding and pulls out a small, worn book from thin air, beginning to flip through it.

"I'm sorry, Harold... Fool me for my selfishness."

She pre-emptively apologizes for the spell she's about to cast, intending to convey it to him later.

The scene changes to somewhere cool and damp underground.

"Are you conscious, Princess?"

A man cloaked in a robe approaches Marika, who has just barely regained her senses.

"What is this madness... The accusation of kidnapping royalty of a nation won't be easily dismissed..."

Her hands and feet bound, she's unable to move, but she draws upon her remaining pride and wariness, casting a sharp gaze at the unidentified group that has abducted her.

"That would be the case, yes. If caught, the punishment would be at least execution... So, Princess, you won't be seeing any good come from this."

The kidnappers understand the gravity of their actions and the consequences, but Marika bites her lip inwardly at their nonchalant attitude.