My Lover's Personality is a Little Bit Strange

Benjamin rolled around on the floor, coughing up blood.

In Yvone’s spirit, where black magic didn’t work, Benjamin could not beat Theodore, who had been rolling on the battlefield.

“Fool, Theodore, Cough…….”

Theodore felt relieved when he saw Benjamin lying on the floor.

Theodore crouched in front of Benjamin and tapped him on the head.

“How do I get out of here?”

“I don’t know.”

Benjamin answered, glaring at him.

“You don’t know?”

“Because your interference ruined my magic circle.”

“We can undo it the way we triggered it, right?”

Theodor asked, recalling what he had learned from his recent investigation into Tenebris and the Black Magic.

“……I didn’t do it.”

Benjamin turned his head around, in shame.

He tried to manipulate Yves’s spirit, but at the end, Theodore disordered his magic circle.

And at that moment, someone other than him started the trick.

‘Who the hell was it?’

Benjamin struggled because he could not know who triggered the magic circle.

Benjamin Samjon!

Don’t do it, Benjamin Samjon!

Theodore remembered Odelia appearing and shouting just before the magic circle triggered.

‘No way…’

Odelia had previously used black magic unconsciously.

‘Then there’s only one way out of here.’

Since Odelia, who triggered the magic circle unconsciously, but could not undo it, they had to wait for the black magic that triggered the magic circle to naturally dissipate over time.

But the thing Theodore was worried about was the strange phenomenon that appeared in the sky just before the magic circle was activated…….

“Anyway, you are so annoying. So just get out of Yves’s mind.”

Theodor stood up with his back straightened and threatened fiercely.

He didn’t like Benjamin staying in Yves’s mind.

Theodore walked forward leaving Benjamin behind.

It will take some time to wait for the power that triggered the trick to dissipate naturally.

If he looks around, he may find another way out of this space.

She hated him, but he still kept loitering here and there in Yvone’s mind.

Theodore, who was walking alone endlessly in the white space, suddenly stopped.

A bitter smile came to his lips.

You mean why Yves wants to beat you to death?

This is Yves’ mind, and Yves hates you.

Thanks to you, I learned one thing for sure. Yves, she hates you.

When he heard it from Benjamin Ferdinand’s mouth.

He pretended he didn’t care, but actually…….

“Yves…”

He felt very painful in his heart, as if his heart was being squeezed by something.

‘Yves, she really hates me.’

Then, a rush of melancholy poured over him.

Ever since they met again, Yves has always frowned and showed a horribly distorted face in front of him, ignored him coldly, or showed an angry look.

She’s been smiling and been sweet in front of people other than him, and that was all he could see.

‘Maybe I’ll never be forgiven?’

The vague idea came to his mind and gradually became convinced.

She was also cold to him when he saw her here.

In addition, his appearance in her consciousness was pathetic, perhaps because even his confident, nice shell broke crying like a child in front of her at that time.

At one time, he thought it was okay as long as she came back alive.

It’s okay if she hates him, it’s okay if she doesn’t look at him. He thought it would be okay if he could just see her alive.

How did he come up with such a ridiculous idea?

Not at all, it wasn’t all right.

It wasn’t all right to see her who didn’t like him anymore to see smiling at others.

Theodore walked, walked, and walked with a dismal face.

His path became increasingly chaotic.

The straight road meandered, and the blue sky repeatedly turned pink, purple, and yellow.

‘What is this?’

Theodore asked himself in an exclamation.

Come to think of it, Benjamín had just mentioned where they were inside of one of the layers of consciousness among her mind.

‘Then maybe this place is…… Is it a layer of unconsciousness, not consciousness?’

Theodore, who was walking like that, found the back of Yves standing alone at the end of the road.

“Yves…”

The atmosphere around her was a little different from what he had seen so far.

Theodore approached her with wonder.

Then he paused at the sight of her up close.

She was crying. with her face buried in her hands.

“Ah……”

A little sigh squeezed out his lips.

Why is Yves… crying?

When he saw her crying sadly, he choked just looking at her.

Even though he knew that Yves, who was crying in front of him, was not her but her subconsciousness, his hand reached out to soothe her.

It was when Theodore was about to touch her shoulder carefully.

Flinch.

Theodore paused and hardened at the movement under the palm of his hand.

Yves, who was crying quietly, opened her eyes wide and looked up at him.

Her eyes were red.

“Theo?”

It was not an angry voice, nor a coldly dismissive voice.

It was a warm and friendly voice.

It was the voice of Yvone in Theodore’s memory.

Theodore’s heart pounded as soon as he recognized it.

“Theo!”

Yves hugged him with a big smile.

“This…Yves……?”

Theodore couldn’t believe that he was in her arms, so he just recited her name stupidly.

“Theo, do you recognize me? Do you remember me again?”

Theodore came to his senses at the question.

Theodore looked at her still.

Her beloved moonlight-like silver hair was cut short to the jawline.

It was him who cut off her hair.

Because of the hairpin.

Theodore’s eyes trembled as soon as he found the stark mistake.

Give the hairpin to Katarina.

Since you don’t have any hair to decorate now, you don’t need a hairpin.

The moment her hair was cut off, her pale complexion came to his mind.

Even those sad green eyes staring at the hair that fell on the floor.

“I knew you’d remember me again. So I held out bravely next to you. I did a great job, right?”

“…….”

Yves smiled and said proudly, but Theodore could not say anything.

Her eyes were still glowing.

He wanted to wipe away the transparent tears hanging from the tail of her gently folded eyes.

But her fingertips, which were trying to reach out to her eyes, were lost in the air and trembled finely.

He didn’t think he should dare.

It was a strong urge embedded in his unconscious mind.

Yves, why did you cry?

Why are you crying so hard?

A silent question echoed in his throat.

The shameless question of knowing the answer couldn’t come out of his mouth.

“Thank God, Theo. I’m so glad you found your memory back.”

“…….”

“You know, Theo. I was actually very upset.”

“…….”

To him, who couldn’t answer anything, Yves talked about her feelings.

She ran in surprise at the news of his fall, but he didn’t recognize her at all.

She waited believing that it would be okay if she waited a little bit more, but there was no sign that he would remember her again.

Because his eyes looking at her were strangely cold.

Because she didn’t think he loved her anymore. She thought he didn’t like her.

She felt like she had lost him, whom she loved, forever.

It felt like they had lost all their lovely moments.

So she was very upset, and on the other hand, she was scared.

Without him knowing, she cried a little bit.

She thought about giving up because it was so hard, but look at this. After all, he remembered her.







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