Chapter 312 – Memory Replay

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After being treated by the Goddess of Death, Cleon lies in bed and falls asleep.

Originally, this world was created by the goddess of death, a world for the undead.

Excluding the living undead handler, the Goddess of Death, it was the first area for the living to come in and out, and for the living to fall asleep here.

The vitality possessed by the living is an aura with a pungent scent that the undead, the dead, cannot stand.

When her Goddess of Death vacated her seat her, the many undead who retreated in fear of her her —

In particular, the spiritual undead, who could easily jump over physical barriers, began to flock to the room where Cleon lay, one by one, attracted by his dark magic and vitality to her.

Most of them are beings who have been deprived of their ego by the goddess of death and act only on instinct.

Without making a sound, they passed through the wall of Cleon’s room and gathered around the bed where he was lying.

They looked down at the guest who came to their territory her with empty eyes.

Although it was the Goddess of Death who basically let it go when it came to the inhabitants of the realm not to touch her own planting her.

Since they had never accepted living beings into the realm, did they ignore the instincts of the undead?

One of the gathered specters reached out and tried to touch Cleon’s skin on her.

In that hand, there was a suspicious light, but it was one of the abilities of the undead, life drain.

Life Drain is one of the abilities used by the empty undead to replenish their vitality, and it was an ability that allowed them to absorb the vitality of living beings using their skin.

Even though he has recovered a little by being treated by the goddess of death, if Cleon, who is still a patient, begins to suffer life drain from the dead surrounding him.

I would become a mummy and end my life.

When one dead started it, the other dead also stretched out their hands filled with life drain magic without hesitation.

Just before their fingers touch Cleon’s skin.

[What are you doing?]

When they heard a woman’s voice, which was quiet but strong, all the dead stopped moving and looked in that direction.

At the end of their line of sight, there was a female ghost in a maid outfit covering the whole body, with translucent legs unique to the dead, just like them.

In this realm of the dead, except for the goddess of death and the moose, there was no being with a perfect self.

However, in order to easily control the specters even a little bit, a middle management position was needed to connect the goddesses and the undead.

There were Undeads that acted like command towers that controlled the undead of Hahui, while losing their names and memories from their lifetimes, and with part of their ego bound by the goddess of death.

She is a kind of undead called banshee, and is an undead who inherited the position of chief maid from the goddess of death in order to control the dead who do not have a physical body like herself.

Wearing round-rimmed glasses, a maid’s uniform with a white apron that conceals the entire body, and a black-toned inner.

In spite of her outward appearance, with gloves on her hands, long tights on her slender legs, and her shoes wrapped around her body, the curves of her breasts, hips, and thighs are exposed even through the fabric, which is why she is outstanding. It must be that she it has a proportion of

A headband was neatly worn on top of her long black hair that reached down to her hips, and a black ribbon handed down from her owner, her was tied around her neck and her.

The golden eyes with a slightly sharp impression were coldly looking at the dead under the management who had escaped from their realm.

[He is a guest brought by the master. It’s not something that low-level specters like you can easily reach.]

At the story of the maid ghost, the dead felt the fear of the master’s anger coming down and trembled, and some ran out of the room right away.

However, those who remained of her tried to justify absorbing the vitality of her living body of her, expressing her displeasure without speaking to her.

However, it was the power of a ‘manager’ like her that could easily neutralize the resistance of the dead.

As she puts on her glasses and glares at her dead her, the fabric within this room she manages moves of its own accord, restraining the dead who have acted against her and her master’s will her.

It was because these cloths, which easily tied them together even though they had no physical body, were also objects imbued with the power of the goddess of death.

In the next moment, the cloths grabbed each limb of the rebellious dead and pulled them in different directions—

Just as it is, it tears the dead to pieces and scatters them.

The dead who have lost their spiritual bodies will not be able to regenerate unless they spend countless hours.

Seeing such punishment right in front of their eyes, the rest of the dead quickly retreated from the room and disappeared as if frightened by the head maid.

[Huh…]

The head maid returns the stretched fabric to its original state while snorting at the foolishly outraged dead.

And, perhaps feeling a bit chilly as the dead approached him, she pulled the blanket and moved closer to Cleon, who was sleeping in an uncomfortable position.

She uses her own magical power to return the temperature around her to normal, then looks at the sleeping Cleon.

[…

When she awakens in this realm, she is the goddess of death who has given herself the title of ‘Chief Maid’, who has been wandering without a name or role.

But basically, her role was to care for the dead, not to assist the goddess of death around her life.

She was a complete being as a single entity, she did not need to sleep or eat, her clothes were made of her magical powers of her, and she could accomplish most of her things her only by her own will her.

Maid Zhang, who has been living up to this point with just a look befitting her assigned position to her, thanks to her sudden visitors to her—Moose and Cleon, she is able to fulfill the role assigned to her in hundreds of years. I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

And- she too is undead.

Is it unavoidable to be led by the vitality of living beings?

The moment she got closer to the bed, she unconsciously placed her hand on Cleon’s forehead on her.

If she said that she was a being that moved only by instinct, she would have absorbed Cleon’s life force with a life drain at that moment, but because she was a different being than the rolling dead.

Suppressing her own absorption of her, she stepped back from her, startedled by her own actions of her.

“…So…”

However, the cold aura of the dead was an unfamiliar feeling to the living even without a life drain.

Cleon awoke from her shallow slumber and met her eyes with her maid, who was looking down at him from beyond her hazy gaze at her.

“…Lubera…?”

Even though it was a light sleep, beyond Cleon’s hazy mind and gaze her, which had accumulated considerable fatigue.

The combination of the maid outfit and the black hair made her naturally the existence in front of her be mistaken for Rubera.

However, soon after seeing the maid step back and bow her waist toward him, Cleon gradually awakened her mind and realized that she was not Ruba, but an undead.

[Sorry for disturbing your sleep, sir. I am the servant of the Goddess, who takes on the role of chief maid in this realm.]

“No, it’s okay. How long have I been asleep…?”

[About 2 hours. Since the guest is the only living being in this realm, we try to stop the other undead from coming, attracted by the guest’s magic…]

The maid continued to bow her back as if she was sorry, and Cleon looked at her and nodded her head as if she was okay.

“I see. Thank you. Without you, it would have become the potion of the other undead.”

At Cleon’s words her, the maid only then lifted her waist and faced Cleon with a small smile.

[If you say so, I’m glad. If you need anything more, I’ll prepare it on my side-]

When she said that and Cleon’s eyes met, Cleon looked at her with a surprised look on her face.

Then, with her mouth slightly open, she waited for a moment with a troubled face as if she could n’t carry on with her words her-

[…Guest? Something, even if you have something to say…?]

As the maid suddenly came to her senses her, Cleon covered her mouth to calm her startled self.

“Ah, no. …Because he looks pretty much like someone I’ve seen before…”

[Me…You mean?]

Cleon turned her head away as her face slightly blushed at her words her.

The reason for the expression that seemed a little awkward was not different, but it was because there was a memorable relationship with the woman who was remembered by looking at her face her, although not deep.

I was in the middle of listening to various stories from the villagers to investigate the inside of the village in the village I visited after receiving a request to exterminate vampires.

The dhampir acting together did not try to give out any information, and there was a maid who greeted her at her old mansion her, to which she sought after some reason.

The maid greeted her with a somewhat empty look and sent her into her mansion, where Cleon, a vampire disguised as a human-

She ended up meeting Dhampir’s biological father, whom she had met at the entrance of the village.

Perhaps the vampire was thinking of brainwashing Cleon, and he did false favors to Cleon, who was still young.

At that time, she had sent a maid to greet her, saying that she would wait on him for the night.

When Jean Cleon awoke from her bed, she was already mingling with her body.

Cleon, who quickly detached her, sensed her strangeness her in her attitude and succeeded in restoring her sanity her using her holy water.

She was originally a maid of the mansion, and after hearing that the vampire who treated Cleon killed her maid’s original owner and covered herself in that shell, Cleon

He succeeded in escorting her from the vampire who started attacking her and escorting her out of the mansion.

After that, Cleon destroyed the vampire with Dhampir, who had been holding her accountable for ruining his plan her.

Cleon told her he wanted to take responsibility for her, but the maid laughed bitterly at her and said she didn’t have to go that far with herself.

More than that, she had been saying that she wanted to stop other vampires from making victims like her by going around with Dhampir.

For Cleon, who was still a child, the sight of her shaking her waist on top of herself was quite irritating.

The moment I saw her face her, I remembered that image and felt a bit embarrassed.

“Ah- that’s nothing. Yes, it must be someone else.”

[Is that so…]

Perhaps the maid found Cleon’s attitude strange, and she quietly nodded her head.

However, if she says there is something that gets in his way of her, she will look at him once more after hearing Cleon’s story of her.

Certainly, there was something about him on the maid’s side of her, something that stuck in his throat of her.

[…For me, I don’t have any memories from when I was alive. Not just me, but everyone on this earth. My master, the Goddess of Death, she lost her memory in exchange for that power, so that influence also affects us, the inhabitants of the realm.]

As the maid said that, she hesitated a little before looking at Cleon.

[I, too, feel something indescribable to the customer. I’ve never experienced anything like this before-]

The maid herself seemed to be confused by her own state of her.

Cleon thinks.

She had only met her a few years ago.

The maid, she said, had served the goddess of death for hundreds of years, and according to common sense, she was the maid she knew she was.

However, thinking about Utgart, it was pointless to think of such a thing in a world where the passage of time did not make sense.

When the idea of ​​maybe passed through Cleon’s head, he spoke to the maid.

“…Don’t you want to retrieve your memories?”

At Cleon’s words, the maid looked a little taken aback.

Even without memory, there was no problem serving the current master.

If she regains the memories of her life her, she may rather miss her life her, and she may not be able to endure life in this realm anymore.

But – even so.

The possibility that she might remember who she was her in her lifetime weighed heavily on her.

The time given to her was ‘eternity’.

Forever, I exist in this dimension serving the Goddess of Death.

There is no end to it, and even if a year, 10 years, 100 years, and thousands of years pass, it will still exist here.

If he hadn’t had an ego like the other dead, he might not have felt the passage of time.

But, if you have to spend time recognizing that eternity-

Although she was a maid who usually limited her own thoughts her in order not to recall that fear.

At Cleon’s words her, she remembered what she had forgotten.

And fear shakes the will of man.

[… ─If there is a way to recover your memory, can you help me?]

The maid’s voice trembled a little, but Cleon nodded at her words.

“Sure. You helped me, so let me help you.”

At Cleon’s words her, the maid nodded her head, and she approached Cleon and held out her hand her.

[Just a little… Just a little bit, please let me receive your magical power and vitality. With that magic and vitality as a medium, I might be able to revive my memories buried in my soul.]

Earlier, she had stopped the dead from doing life drains, but now she was trying to do life drains on Cleon herself.

If Cleon refuses his request her like this-

If that’s the case, it might be rather comforting.

Opportunities to recover memories will never come again.

If that were the case, I might be able to exist forever by the side of the Goddess of Death as her loyal follower of her.

If I can find my memories, I’m sure I’ll become a different being than I was before.

However, Cleon grabbed the hand that the head maid held out without the slightest hesitation.

At the same time as the cold sensation, the feeling of warmth remaining in the body escapes.

It was as if the maid was sucking in the breath she exhaled.

Then, based on the magic and life force she received from Cleon, the maid reconstructs her memories within herself.

In the empty eyes, when a little light starts to drift.

What comes to her mind is-

A sexuality that is her own her, but not her her own her.

A swaying waist and a pleasure that stimulates the inside of the body.

On top of the sleeping man, while panting again and again.

The memory of using her own body her just for her given orders her.

[… What!?]

The memory of the maid chief comes to Cleon as a flashback.

At the same time, the two of them removed their hands in embarrassment at the memory that had come to them.

An awkward silence hung between the two.

“…The one I just had-“

[Sorry, sorry, Cleon. I don’t know if it’s my memory or yours… Joe, it’s a little irritating…]

She hesitates with her blushing face. However, Cleon noticed something in her words.

“…Now, it’s Cleon-“

[…Ah.]

As Cleon pointed out, the maid, realizing that she had mentioned the name she had never heard before, hesitated for a moment before replaying the scene in her head.

[…Uh, to the end. The scene from a moment ago and the name of the customer just popped into my head.]

“That’s right.”

Awkward silence again.

However, what could be revived with a little vitality and magical power was probably the most stimulating memory among the memories related to Cleon.

To recall other memories-

The maid chief closed her eyes for a moment as if pondering, then she nodded her head as if she had made up her mind and looked at Cleon.

[—A little more, can you remind me of her memories of her? Cleon. Behind it- I have a feeling that a little more precious memories are hidden…]

“I don’t care, but—”

In the next moment, Cleon saw her clothes disappear before her eyes her, ablaze with blue flames.

Hidden under her clothes her, a beautiful female body that was no different from the woman in her memories her was revealed.

“What, wait-!”

[…Rather than absorbing life force from Cleon, I think this method can bring back my memories safely to you.]

It was a story that he would recall memories from his past life by reproducing the love affair that emerged in his memory.

[In my memory- I was attacking you.]

Then, as the maid laid Cleon on her bed her, she carefully stretched out her hand toward her clothes her.

[Quiet, lie down, please.]

Her eyes her, shining in the dark room, were desperate for her memories her and at the same time-

It seemed that he became greedy for the touch of her body he felt while recalling her memories of her.