I was imdiately confused by Carmine’s response. I had thought she might not answer. I had even considered receiving a response from the Demon King, having sohow interrupted the transmission. If that was the case, I was screwed. I had devised a few escape plans if things went bad, but there was no saying whether I would have made it out of there alive. It was a risk, putting my life on the line, all so that I could get into the castle ahead of ti.
“Carmine?”
“I… don’t know who that is.” The response ca a mont later. “How are you talking to ? Are you the one I feel drawing near? Are you my soulmate?”
I had to think things through after hearing her ssage. So, Carmine no longer rembered who she was. That ant that the miasma that had infected her heart had sohow successfully infected her entire soul. In her mind, she was the human princess and didn’t even rember being a Paladin at all.
Since I was the one who had rescued her, I had forged a place in her heart in place of Bernard. I wasn’t sure why the dungeon had designed it so that the princess fell in love with whoever saved her, and not simply the prince, but it worked in my favor. Had her heart belonged to him, I wasn’t sure I could have accepted it. It would have been extrely infuriating.
However, it almost seed like she couldn’t rember anymore, but rather the idea of . The slave bond had turned into her soulmate who she could feel at a distance. She had been sitting in the castle, waiting for to rescue her. Rather than trying to snap her out of it, I decided to play into the fantasy for the mont. I didn’t have the ti to explain everything, and I couldn’t afford her accidentally notifying the others in her distress.
“Yes! I’m the knight who saved you. I’ve co to rescue you! That’s why you can hear because our hearts are bound as one.” I decided to throw out a bunch of lines that made blush.
“My hero has co? Oh! Wonderful! Please, save !”
“First, are you doing okay? Has Bern- I an the Demon Prince done anything to you?”
This was the thing I had been worried about the most. If she had been mistreated while I sought the ans to attack the castle, I would lose it.
“It was awful!” She cried out, causing my worst fears to be realized.
“What did that bastard do?” My expression started to darken.
“It was the worst! First, he bought a dress… but it wasn’t the color I liked! Then, he promised to buy anything I wanted, but when I asked for a small island, he said he didn’t have any of those! Finally, every night, they feed with a 4-star chef. Daddy always got a 5-star chef! I an, his food tastes the sa, but it was the principle of the thing! Are you listening? This is important! I’m suffering here!”
I quickly grew tempted to turn off the Slave Communication. As for whether this was an aspect of the princess or Carmine… I honestly couldn’t tell. I realized that the pair kind of deserved each other.
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