Chapter 380: Popping the Bubble

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The two of them watched many more memories.

Scene after scene drifted before their eyes, reflecting softly in their gaze.

From the initial threats and coercion to their increasingly intimate interactions later on... Ansu did not deliberately select negative emotions, nor did he only show her the good.

There was beauty as well as anger, sadness as well as warmth.

He was completing a story—their story.

And then, he was telling it to her in its entirety.

Except, the further they went, the heavier the witch's yandere tendencies became...

Soon, they reached the battle of the little black room deep within the Black Forest.

Freya was killed, Ansu was captured and imprisoned, and he was even on the verge of having his magic talent ruined... The witch's frantic possessiveness was laid bare in its entirety for the first time.

Further back was their adventure in the ancient demon ruins.

That journey had been full of ups and downs, and their feelings had quietly grown warmer.

It was also in that timeline that Ansu witnessed her burning, searing love with his own eyes, finally abandoning the thought of running away.

He decided to stay and keep her company.

The scenes continued to advance.

From the spectator seats, Celia watched the couple in the scene with a faint smile, the atmosphere between them thick with ambiguity.

She remembered this scene.

Outside the window, the sunlight was soft. Ansu held her shoulders, and a gentle kiss fell upon her forehead.

“Thank you, Miss Witch~”

Ansu thanked her with a smile, leaving her standing there alone in a daze.

Her eyes widened slightly, her face filled with bewilderment.

“...Eh?”

Back then, she still couldn't understand why Ansu had suddenly kissed her out of nowhere.

But she also remembered that from that day on, Ansu had become much more proactive and gentle with her.

She grew happier day by day, feeling increasingly blessed.

Celia had thought this blockhead had suddenly seen the light and finally realized how good she was.

As it turned out, there were so many stories hidden behind it.

From the spectator seats, Celia turned her head to look at him. “Now I understand why you suddenly kissed me that day.”

Ansu smiled and said, “Without these memories, wouldn't the real me seem very strange? Blowing hot and cold, as if my personality had completely changed.”

“You are quite strange; I could never figure you out.” Celia rubbed her chin. “Otherwise, I wouldn't have always wanted to use 【Soul Dominion】 to read your mind.”

“I'm most afraid of your Hypnosis.” Ansu curled his lips helplessly.

Celia's eyes curved.

She knew he resisted Hypnosis, of course. But what she didn't say was that, starting from a certain point, she had also felt a deep resistance to using this trick on him, even harboring a faint regret.

That heart knot had always been buried deep within her.

The memories continued to flow, soon stopping at the scene where that heart knot was truly born.

It was still the mine deep within the Black Forest, still that familiar little black room.

Ansu, who had just solved the puzzle of the North and escaped with Freya, was immediately captured and brought back by the witch, whose mind was a tangle of longing and jealousy.

In their reunion after a long separation, driven by a desire to survive, Ansu had directly expressed his love for her for the first time. He had even called her "wifey," instantly causing all of her violence to vanish without a trace.

“Wifey, I'm really so tired... Let me rest for a bit, okay?”

“Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.”

Again and again.

Celia wiped away her tears, her voice choking up.

“Once you say it, don't you dare regret it...”

Further down the line...

To test Freya's weight in Ansu's heart, to figure out exactly what kind of feelings he harbored for Freya...

Celia, who had been jealous for a long time, had managed to successfully hypnotize Ansu in reality... for the first time in a long while.

That time, Ansu had been completely off-guard.

From the spectator seats, both of them could clearly feel the shift in Ansu's emotions at that moment.

Ansu's heart skipped a beat, screaming inwardly that he was doomed.

He was dead meat...

Then, his consciousness slowly sank, as if being gently pressed into deep water by a pair of invisible hands.

Celia pursed her lips and cast a silent glance at him.

It was precisely because of this Hypnosis.

Although she hadn't asked about everything, she had learned all that she needed to know...

“When did you fall in love with me, Ansu?”

“I... fell in love with you bit by bit, all while deceiving you.”

At that moment, her face had instantly frozen.

Because Celia had suddenly realized... that this so-called love was incredibly fragile, unable to withstand a single blow.

Ansu was far too easy to be taken away. He had never belonged to her in the first place; she was the one who had encroached upon his life step by step, twisting his emotions...

Their love was like a colorful bubble floating in midair—beautiful yet fragile. It was built upon too many prerequisites: coincidences, calculations, pulling and pushing, mutual utilization... What if all these prerequisites disappeared?

She didn't know, and she didn't even dare to think about it.

Because the answer might destroy everything.

So she locked this question inside the deepest box of her heart, and threw the key into the abyss.

If she didn't think about it, it wouldn't hurt. If she didn't ask, she wouldn't lose it...

But things were different now.

Celia looked at Ansu beside her. He had laid out all of his past before her, so there was no longer any need for her to hold anything back.

It turned out there were so many stories between them. As the scenes of life and death, love and hate flashed by one after another, she suddenly felt a sense of relief at that moment.

Ansu was telling this story to her.

In this story, she was the eternal female protagonist.

Celia understood Ansu's feelings.

Even if they couldn't defeat the false god in the end, even if the road ahead remained rough... she was no longer so afraid of losing him.

Celia knew.

Ansu was hers. Forever, he could only be hers.

And she would no longer obsess over that question—if she hadn't used force to keep him by her side back then, would he still have fallen in love with her?

There were no such "what-ifs."

She recalled how she had retold it to spite Freya, to refute her so-called “male and female protagonists of the story” and “we were destined from the start.”

Back then, she had said disdainfully: “There will only be one story, and that is the story we have right now. You were a step too late, and that's all there is to it!”

“I was the one who caught him first! I was the one who entered his heart first! Destiny? With me, it has never counted!”

A slow smile spread across Celia's face. Hadn't she understood this long ago?

Now, she truly believed it.

When it came to love, how could there be so many logical explanations?

In the past, she was always afraid of piercing that thin layer of paper, afraid that their feelings would suddenly burst like a bubble, shattering beyond repair.

Now, she didn't want to hide anymore.

Smiling, Celia let her gaze fall upon the shifting scenes before her and softly asked the question she had suppressed for so long:

“If not for that bad witch from before, you probably wouldn't have stayed by my side and slowly fallen in love with me, right?”

“No.” Ansu turned his head, looking at her earnestly. “Even if we started over, I would still go find you.”

Celia froze. Trying her best to suppress the tears in her eyes, she slowly raised her gaze to look at him. “Start over? But you would still have to face that difficult, wicked witch, you know.”

“So what if she's bad?” Ansu shook his head. “Even if I met her several times, I would still be able to set her straight.”

He was more than willing.

“Remember.”

Ansu's voice wasn't loud, but every single word hammered directly into Celia's heart.

“If we really were to start over, I would still go look for you. Not because of your strength... not because you can help me out of a tight spot.”

“Simply because you are Celia.”

Celia stared at him in a daze, tears suddenly slipping down her cheeks.

Yet, she was smiling.

Her eyes curved with joy, looking breathtakingly beautiful and radiant amidst her tears.

“Okay, I'll remember.”

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