Chapter 54: Shouldn’t all transmigration come with perfect memory skills?
"Call me," Natha leaned down to kiss me, hands around my waist, already neatly dressed in his formal wear.
Oh—this felt like a drama scene or something. I whispered an okay, and then he dispersed into black feathers after kissing my forehead once again. I stayed on the balcony for a while, savoring his leftover temperature and picking a black plume off the floor.
How should I say this—I had the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl after seeing their crush. I felt silly and giddy, and wanted to bask in this kind of sensation for the whole day.
But I had homework to do.
Remembering the author girl and relighting my hatred toward the kingdom made me think about the novel once again. I had been ignoring it because it didn’t feel relevant anymore once I receive the Amrita and found my home in Natha’s Lair.
Like I said before, I didn’t read the second novel’s draft, and for all I knew, it didn’t get published since the girl passed away. What I knew about the sequel was from what the girl told me in passing as she drafted the setting in her notebook when we met in the internal medicine lounge or the park.
It was those draft settings that save me from dying, since one of them pointed to the Amrita owned by Natha. I didn’t care about other parts since it wasn’t important to me. Valmeier being dead in the original story also led me to believe that I had no more involvement with the novel plot.
But information had piled up that made me concerned about the plot once again. What was once just fleeting thoughts started to tickle my curiosity once more. So I decided to jot down what I could remember from the author’s setting.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t equipped with a perfect memory like other transmigrators, so it was quite hard for me to patch up verbal stories spoken during several meetings years ago. I could only remember bits when I concentrated hard, and sometimes I would remember them randomly while doing mundane things; like when I was eating, when I trained my mana sensitivity with Jade, or when I strolled in the forest. So I ended up carrying a notebook everywhere these days.
I tried to look at the general timeline, and the first thing I knew would happen was that the hero would find out about the kingdom’s trickery, which led him to run away from the palace, feeling betrayed and used. It was what kickstarted the second volume.
If I recall things correctly, he would start by trying to trace Valmeier. This was where I wondered if things would deviate, since Valmeier—meaning me—wasn’t dead but ’missing’...right? But assuming things did not change, the hero—what was his name again? Jun?—would go to Valmeier’s old church, which no longer had any priest now.