And just like that, as Princess Felicia's mories flood into my soul, I feel it.
The breaths she took, the thoughts she carried.
The raw, unfiltered weight of her emotions...
Her anger, her thrill, her madness, even the sharp sting of her private embarrassnts when she cringed at her own smile...
They rise now, all of them, swelling within like flickering echoes from a life I never lived… and yet, sohow, I rember.
Sotis the sensations are faint, like mist brushing against the edges of my mind.
But most of the ti, they are so sharp, so achingly vivid, that the boundary between her and begins to blur, as if I'm not simply recalling her past…
But living it.
Speaking her words.
Moving through her choices.
Bleeding through her fury and sorrow as though they've always belonged to .
And now, now that her mories have begun to tangle with mine, woven together like golden thread stitched into my soul, I realize…
It was not only her, but also who stood on that cold stone courtyard.
Yes, it was , on the brink of madness,
It was , ruthless and unforgiving,
, who sliced Amanda's arm cleanly from her shoulder without a flicker of hesitation.
And also , who protected and knighted Morvena.
Ah… everything makes more sense now.
The pain and sorrow I felt that first day, when I saw the necklace and that royal gothic black dress back at the Gilded Horns when I just woke up into this world...
Those was her emotions.
And then, the monts when blood and violence sparked a strange, wild thrill in , a pulse of madness I couldn't explain, and that smile, that uncontrollable, wicked grin when I witnessed Eris brutally murdered the Crimson Order bastards…
That too, originated from her.
Also, there was this strange phenonon that happened to when I held the kitchen knife, a weird "zoned" state that allowed to cut vegetables faster than lightning...
Perhaps, it was her state of mind, her sword skills, sword aura, influencing as well.
Yes…
That has to be it, the only explanation for this.
And now, I guess, as her soul and mine now share the sa vessel, we are like two rivers, once separate, flowing into a single stream.
Hers seeping into mine. And maybe… the opposite is also happening?
Mine into hers.
Thus, I wonder… how much does she know about now?
Has she seen my mories?
Does she rember my life back on Earth?
Well… not like there's much to rember anyway.
Honestly, my past life was boring as heck.
Just school… eating, sleeping, grinding part-ti jobs, hitting the gym, playing gas.
Then university. Then graduating into a corporate slave.
And from at mont on, everyday is the sa. Nothing interesting happened.
No fighting, no killing, no dungeon exploring…
…
No, wait.
WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!
Now that I think about it, I was wrong, I was so wrong!
Because back there—on Earth—I got to experience the most wonderful things this world doesn't even have!
ANI!
MANGA!
LIGHT NOVELS!
GAS!
WAIFUS!
HECK YEAH!
How is that not interesting now?
…
…
However… of course, those interesting part also cos with a few… questionable stuff.
And as I realize that…
AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!
At this rate, she probably knows everything!
All the dirty, degenerate stuff I've ever consud!
All the Yuri Futanari Big boobs Catgirl hentai ever existed!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!
I'M GONNA CORRUPT HERRR!!!
…
Haahhh…
Anyways.
There's nothing I can do now.
I just hope… she doesn't start to hate , or look at with disgust after seeing all that…
…
Regardless, Eris was right.
Felicia truly was a princess, one from a ti long buried in the past.
And now, the real questions are:
What exactly happened to her?
Why did she appear on Earth?
How did we end up like this—two souls in one body?
And beyond that, what happened to her kingdom? To this land in particular… to the once-great Luminaris Academy?
Once, it was so luminous, a shining beacon of magic and nobility, where thousands of young nobles studied, trained, and thrived.
It was a place of beauty, of pride, and of future promises.
But now…
There's nothing left but rubble and ruin, collapsed towers and shattered spires.
It has beco a crumbling corpse, devoured by ti and shadow, twisted into an S-rank dungeon where sunlight no longer dares to touch the stone.
A dungeon, where only rot, ruin, and death remain.
So, the most important question now is…
What destroyed it? What happened?
Who turned this once-luminous realm into a graveyard of mories?
Princess Felicia, I hope she tells more.
I hope… she lets in.
Because I want to know.
No—I need to know.
Luckily, the mory doesn't seems to end here.
Sothing stirs again—another ripple across the still surface of her soul.
She's showing sothing else.
Sothing more.
And this ti, I hope it's sothing important related to this dungeon.
…
As I close my eyes, the world begins to shift.
The crisp morning air of Luminaris fades, replaced by a sudden, heavy warmth. The atmosphere turns humid, thick—like mist rising off water. The distant chirping of birds and the rustling of wind through trees disappear, swallowed by silence.
Only the faint sounds remain.
Dripping water.
A soft splash, like sothing stirring just beneath the surface.
My skin tingles. Warm. Damp. Weightless.
A delicate floral scent creeps into my lungs—heady and sweet, almost sedating.
Wait… am I—
Am I taking a bath?
A luxurious one at that?
This mory… is inside a royal hotbath?!
I flutter my eyes open.
Sure enough, I'm subrged in a grand marble tub, my body weightless beneath the surface of rose-petal-laced water. Steam curls lazily into the air, wrapping around like silk. The heat of the water is not just warmth. It's alive, infused with magic. I can feel it, the magic, probably coming from dicinal herbs, coursing gently through my limbs, through my scalp, down to each individual hair follicle. Every muscle in my body loosens. Every breath deepens.
Tranquility.
But only for a mont.
Because then, I hear her na.
"Your Highness," a soft female voice stirs the quiet air. "The informant you sent to investigate Lady Morvena Lysanthir d'Aurelle has returned."
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