"Yes? No, that's... what......"
Lyndon was more perplexed and broke into a cold sweat.
"... ... After Your Majesty brought Yvonne from Ferdinand to the palace, you told me to find Chernicia's survivors."
"Yvonne... You said I brought her from Ferdinand?"
"Yes, last summer... Your Majesty Himself......"
"...!"
Theodore looked at Lyndon with a shocked expression.
Did I bring Yvonne?
No, no.
Last summer, what I brought from Ferdinand was Yves.
Yes, Lyndon must have gotten it wrong.
Thinking about it that way, he (Theo) felt at peace again.
"Aren't you misunderstanding something? I didn't bring Yvonne. It was Yves."
"Yes....?"
This time, Lyndon looked blankly for a moment.
"Isn't Yvonne's alias Yves Llewellyn....?"
"What......?"
Not long ago, Ernst came to Theodore and asked him to give back Yvonne. Theodore chased away the pathetic half-brother, who could not even tell the difference between Yves and Yvonne. But Lyndon said the same thing as Ernst.
Yves was Yvonne.
"What nonsense...!"
It was at that moment when he was trying to raise his voice, denying the ominous feeling that suddenly attacked him.
[You know Yvonne Chernicia, right?] (Yves)
Suddenly, with a faint afterimage, it was as if Yves's voice could be heard. Yves was talking to him. With a very sad and sorrowful expression...
[You keep looking for her....] (Yves)
Arhhh!
A strong headache gripped his head.
[I.......] (Yves)
In a pain that was incomparable to anything before, Theodore wrapped his head with both hands and fell to the floor.
[I'm Yvonne...... .] (Yves)
"Ugh..."
[I'm Yvonne. When His Majesty came to Ferdinand half a year ago...] (Yves)
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty......! Doctor......... !"
Lyndon's raucous voice faded away.
[What do we do? I think I love you.]
[Armin, you answer. What is this?!]
[Now that you have erased all of Ferdinand's ghosts, can I love you?]
[Do you think you can become the emperor's mistress? You dare?]
[Will you love me too?]
[The body you will give me is not worth a single coin.]
[I love you, Yves.]
[Dirty and ugly.]
[Yves.]
Memories before and after he lost his memory were mixed in a mess. It was the small bell coming through the open window that rescued him from the pouring waves of memories.
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My Lover's Personality is a Little Strange
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