Semua Bab Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Bab 301 - Bab 310

“I only hope…” Alia spoke slowly, her voice light but weighted with something that had been pressing against her heart for a long time, “that I can still feel that strange pull. If I do, I’ll be able to find the Holy Grail more quickly. Only…”She stopped. A faint crease formed between her brows. In the depths of her eyes flickered exhaustion, and the struggle of someone caught between truth and concealment.At last, she lifted her gaze toward Marcellus. It was as though she had finally gathered enough courage to peel back the secret she had kept hidden:“I once said that whenever I encountered the Grail, fragments of my own memory would return to me. That was a lie.”The words struck with the force of a blow. Marcellus’s expression stiffened, his pupils contracting slightly. But then, as the first wave of shock passed, thoughtfulness overtook his face. He seemed, on some instinctive level, to have already guessed this truth.Alia exhaled softly. Her gaze dimmed, but in that dimness t

Alia stepped past a row of solemn, orderly tombstones. Her eyes did not linger on a single name. She moved straight across the graveyard, heading toward the small grove at the back. The moonlight was shrouded beneath layers of leaves, filtering down in scattered patches like droplets of silver dust spilled into the dark. Each step snapped the brittle twigs underfoot with a faint crack, startling several night birds from their perches. They burst upward, wings beating frantically before vanishing into the night sky.Deeper in the grove, she found what she had expected.Traces.Faint knife marks carved into bark. Soil freshly disturbed. A few stones shifted out of place. They were subtle, but enough to prove soldiers had combed through the area with care. Yet Alia knew—if it was truly a fragment of the Grail, no ordinary man could hope to touch it.She drew in a steadying breath, closed her eyes, and extended both hands.The air thickened at once, the breeze stilling around her. Her fin

When Alia returned to the castle’s hidden chamber, she pushed open the heavy oak door. The hinges creaked low and solemn, as if whispering reminders of all the secrets this room had held over the centuries. Inside, the familiar interior greeted her: dark wooden bookshelves stacked with ancient tomes and scrolls, iron torches in the corners casting a dim, amber glow that painted the stone walls with mottled patterns. The air carried the musty scent of age and a faint trace of candle wax, as if time itself had been frozen within these walls for centuries.She walked softly to the stone table and set down the fragment she had retrieved from the graveyard. The surface of the table was smooth and cool, as if resonating with the shard’s own strange energy. Alia drew a deep breath, sensing the subtle interplay between the new fragment and the pieces she had previously assembled. The instant her fingertips brushed against it, a faint vibration ran up her arm, as though the shard itself were q

Alia remained silent for a long time before finally speaking. Her voice, softer than usual, carried a fragile gentleness, as though she feared that even a breath too heavy might shatter the vulnerable atmosphere between them.“It’s all right,” she whispered, her eyes meeting Marcellus’s with rare sincerity and warmth. “When all of this is over, Livia will come back. You’ll still have a chance to make amends… I only hope that when that moment comes, you’ll be able to let go of your pride and your stubborn dignity, and treat her well—never betray her again.”Her words held comfort, yet they also carried the weight of entrustment. To Marcellus, it sounded almost like a farewell.He froze for the briefest of moments, then smiled. The smile was calm and steady, with no trace of hesitation. “Don’t worry,” he said firmly. “I will.”That single sentence—simple, effortless—struck Alia like a blade to the heart. She had thought she had already let go, that she had accepted all of this as a temp

Watching Alia’s figure gradually vanish at the far end of the corridor, Elias frowned slightly, a strange, indescribable feeling rising in his chest. Everything before him was completely different from what he had expected; each breath seemed laden with oppressive weight.Once he was certain Alia had fully left, Marcellus spoke slowly, his voice low and cutting, as though an invisible pressure pressed against the very air: “Aren’t you… curious? Don’t you find all of this strange?”Elias swallowed hard, his brow furrowing deeper, his gaze tinged with confusion and unease. “Indeed… everything here is… unsettling. Livia too… you as well… and this newly found fragment… why is everything proceeding so… unnaturally, so difficult to make sense of?” His tone wavered between bewilderment, anxiety, and a faint, unspoken fear.Marcellus’s eyes were sharp as blades, his cold voice slicing through the tension. “You and Livia… there must be secrets between you that I don’t know about, right?”Elias