Chapter 237

Having absorbed every memory, Cain let out a dry, weary sigh.

Unlike his parallel-world self, sunk in despair and unable to make sense of the situation, the present-day Cain — who understood Viola far better — could piece together the whole picture of everything that had happened.

For instance, exactly why Viola had abandoned him and fled without a second thought.

When was it, now.

Before he and Viola had gotten married.

There had been a time when the two of them invented a past that had never actually happened, to convince the vassals that they'd once been lovers.

A plausible cover story: that Cain, patrolling a monster-infested region alone, had happened to meet Viola, been treated by her, and become her lover — only for Viola to run off in the end and raise their child alone.

By an eerie coincidence, the story they'd cooked up that day matched,…