A Day In The Fated Future
Location - Unknown
(???'s POV)
Taking a moment to get accustomed to the light, I did another full body search on the woman who mysteriously referred to me as her "darling".
She had long dark hazelnut hair that reached a little beyond her shoulder length. Knowing no blemishes, her skin was smooth like some sort of newborn. Although I couldn't tell how tall she was, I had a feeling she was maybe a few inches taller than me.
Her breasts were ample but not too enormous. However, that said bosom was giant and very bouncy with a tempting crevice a man could only dream of burying their faces into.
Her equipment on the other hand was a little interesting to say the least. With a color scheme of mainly white, with brown and grey here and there, it seemed to be a type of armour that a house wife would wear to war, if that makes any sense.
The best way I could describe it would be a light plated adventurer's garb made out of material befitting for women with only the purest of hearts.
Ignoring a portion of her revealed cleavage, its modest design perfectly covered every aspect of her womanly body as if to protect her from impure thoughts. And yet with a smile that matched the beauty of the sun, her clothing only magnified her radiance.
Wait, what the hell is wrong with me? All of sudden, in the midst of my observations, I randomly found myself throwing her strange compliments that sounded like it straight out came from a textbook.
Was this the power of her presence?
Her presence? Yes. That's exactly what it was.
Since time memorial, when war and strife was all that mankind knew, preserving the morale of soldiers was one of the most difficult tasks on the battlefield.
However, one of the ingenious answers that history invented, was the concept of "holy maidens". These maidens were supposedly women who were practically overflowing with confidence, charisma, elegance, grace, kindness or even all of the above.
If done correctly, their very presence not only alleviated the dreadful tension the soldiers felt, but even raised their spirits to the highest degree possible.
And when I took a closer look at this woman, I was reminded of that term. Her mature charm that she was exuding even gave off this image of an upstanding yet innocent mother.
Even the way she simply stood over there watching me with a strange sense of genuine joy and a twinge of concern all seemed to carry some sort of grace and elegance.
I wonder if she's some sort of noble. This was something I thought to myself.
No, although I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, with the amount of charm I was receiving, it would be more fitting if she was some sort of goddess of benevolence.
Anywho, I need to pay attention. There was an actual reason as to why I was looking at her so hardly in the first place.
Now that I got a long good look in, I should be feeling something right about now, right?
I thought hard for a moment.
To my surprise, my mind did stumble upon three images that may have matched the level of this woman's godlike presence.
The silhouettes were extremely hazy to the point it was like looking into some sort of black and murky swamp. Despite that however, I can say with certainty that there were some key details I was able to make out.
Out of the three images who I assumed were female humanoids, two of the three I saw atleast had differently shaped wings.
One of an angel while the other that of a butterfly. The girl that looked like an angel also had a halo, while the other without.
The last one however was on horseback, all the while bearing some sort of heaven piercing spear like some sort of cavalry unit.
Besides that fact that these three images bore some sort of significance to me, that was all I could make out before my brain drew up yet another blank.
Afterwards, I finally realized something important.
Despite the fact how I was able to somewhat recall three different people, not one truly reminded me of the woman that stood before me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find anything in my subconsciousness that told me anything regarding our relationship.
She was a complete stranger, thick and through.
Ugh, this isn't good at all.
The more I try to recollect the broken fragments of my memories, the more my head is beginning to hurt.
"I know you're confused right now, but please understand that it's not safe for you to take in the full picture right now. Trust me, you won't make any sense of any of this if you try to force it. You must let it come naturally." The woman advised me.
Looks like she understood the pain I was going through.
As much as I hate to admit it, she was right. It was obvious my body just wasn't in the best condition, so to try and reverse the effects of my memory loss is simply, yet unfortunately, impossible for me.
Besides, there were a plethora of other things that needed my attention. And as much as I want to turn and focus on just myself, I need to establish a place to start from.
"Lying on your back like that isn't going to do you no good. Here, take my hand and let your loving wife help you up~"
And there she goes calling herself my wife again…
In any case, as much as I don't trust her or my situation, I accepted her kind gesture and tried sitting upright.
"Ow...."
Although I barely moved an inch yet, a sharp pain assaulted my spine. It was like my old bones had aged for a century before attempting to suddenly run track in the Olympics.
I know it was already serious beforehand, but this situation made utterly shocked at how serious atrophy is.
"You're moving too much, silly!~ Here, hold still."
Holding me forward, she pulled up the back cuff of my shirt and placed her other hand directly on my back before murmuring an interesting sentence in a rather ethereal voice.
"By the Grace of the Godmother - Witness Affection."
Witness Affection? Godmother? In that moment my mind was flooded with many different yet rather vague thoughts like memories, the face of "that woman" and a very sharp sense of familiarity.
But before I had a moment to question all of that, I could feel a warm and tender sensation crawl up my spine. The best way I could describe this feeling was if it was love of a kind mother made incarnate.
Well, whatever it was, this force of magic was quite the painkiller.
"Does Darling feel better?~" She asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I appreciate it." I replied reluctantantly.