Nathalie was somehow in awe as he stared at Jonathan, who also admired the place he was in. Even if she has yet to know what kind of castle this was, the interior had refined intricacies of stones and bricks that withstood through eons.
"This place, it's like I know everything, and it feels like home."
[Really?]
Jonathan took a quick look at her, with face going dubious and quizzical. "Is it not the same for you?"
[I think not that much. Just fragmented memories, everything still seems blurry. Probably because of the one that Athan made me drink.]
After which, his lips parted, and went agape, nodding, the moment he got the gist of what she said earlier.
"...Right, I see. I have read the epilogue." His head hung low when he took a second glance at her.
Even Nathalie understood pretty well, for she became the villainess in the book.
"The more I knew, the greater my regrets—"
