Chapter 64: Illusion, Dear, I am Your Husband
The people downstairs told Darian that Seville's office was on the third floor, the second room on the left after going up.
Darien walked to the middle of the third floor and originally wanted to push the door open, but after thinking about it, he decided to knock on the door.
Knock knock.
"Come in," said the person inside the door.
If you just listen to the voice, the person inside is definitely Seville.
Darien pushed open the door and walked in. Inside, Sewell was sitting at his desk, a monocle stuck on his nose, a quill in his hand, his head lowered, flipping through a pile of papers very seriously.
He takes fake things so seriously, this Seville can't be fake.
Darien deliberately made a thudding sound on the floorboards, like a group of newly shod ponies, trying to attract people's attention.
As expected, Seville raised his head. His face was expressionless at first, but when he saw Darien walking up to him, he started to smile.
"Honey, you're here." He came out from behind the desk, smiling and wanting to hug Darien.
"Who are you calling dear?" Darien frowned and put his hand on his chest to separate him.
"Call you, dear. I can also change it to my sweetheart, my little skylark..." Seville had a smile on his face, and the words he spoke became more and more corny.
"Shut up." Darien shuddered at what he heard.
He picked up a stack of papers from the table and smeared them on Seville's face to avoid seeing anything.
"Dear Darien, what's wrong with you today?" Sewell looked a little confused. "Is it because I didn't bring you to the office today?"
He reached out, wanting to touch Darien's cheek.
Darien frowned and pushed his hand away: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know who you are?"
Seville nodded. "I know. I'm worried about you. My name is Seville. I'm a jewel merchant and your husband."
Darien's mouth twitched. "Anything else? Keep going."
Seville tried to recall, but found his mind was blank. He could not remember anything except his name, his identity as a businessman and his husband.
Moreover, the more he thought about these identities, he could not even recall what he had done as a businessman, nor could he recall the intimate scenes with his wife as a husband.
All this seemed too fake. It was impossible for him to lose his memory in an instant. He must have been forcibly put into a shell.
"I felt like... I was an inauthentic person," Sewell said.
Darien said, "Congratulations, you finally realized it. So now, get off me immediately."
Sewell said: "Am I really not your husband? I think I like you very much."
Darien said, "I think you better get off me now."
Sevier let go of Darien. While they were talking, he pressed closer and closer to Darien and pushed him directly onto the desk.
Not only was he pressing down on it, he was also grabbing Darien's hand. Darien wasn't as strong as him, and his legs were clamped together, so he couldn't fan the daring crow away.
Darien rubbed his wrist with an unhappy expression on his face, wondering whether he should slap him in the face to wake him up.
Sewell looked at his wrist, then leaned closer and, under Darien's wary gaze, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his wrist.
Darien slowly relaxed his body, used his toes to hook the chair over and sat down, pointing to his shoulder: "Press here too. My bones ache from the long carriage ride."
For some reason, Seville was very good at massaging, and he massaged his wrists and shoulders very obediently.
Darien felt quite comfortable, so he half-closed his eyes and enjoyed it: "A little to the left, a little harder."
Sewell pressed and asked, "If I'm not your husband, then who am I?"
Darien raised his eyelids and snorted, "You are my slave, you signed a contract to sell yourself."
Sewell said, "Really?"
Darien said, "Really."
Sewell said, "I don't believe it."
Darien said, "Would you like me to slap you and feel the familiar strength?"
Sewell hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine."
Darien looked at him as if he were a pervert: "I didn't expect you to like this."
Sewell stopped pressing, a thoughtful expression on his face: "Then what do I do by following you?"
Darien said, "Keep pressing. Your shoulders are still sore. Clean, cook, brew potions, read bedtime stories... everything."
Sewell placed his hands on his shoulders and continued to massage them with moderate force. "We sound...poor."
He couldn't think of any more euphemistic words, so he could only directly state the fact of poverty.
Darien, feeling a little guilty, coughed softly and said, "It's not that we're poor...it's that you're good at many things."
Sewell said, "Thank you for the compliment... Master."
This word "Master" always sounded different from usual. The voice was a little lower, and a little hoarse, and it sounded like... like a deliberate seduction.
Darien placed his hand on his shoulder, stroking it a few times, and said, "Okay, you don't have to press it anymore. Don't call me Master in that voice anymore. Now, we should talk about why we are here."
Sewell pretended to listen attentively.
Darien said, "I am a magician, and you are my servant. We accepted a commission to exorcise the illusion of a succubus. One of her suitors is a magician, and this illusion was created by him. We must have fallen into it accidentally."
Sewell thought for a moment and said, "Then why am I the only one who lost my memory? What exactly is the basis for this illusion?"
Darien thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Seren, the succubus who commissioned us, said that when he entered the illusion, he wanted to live a happy life with the magician. But he didn't like it because it wasn't his original intention."
Seville was silent for a moment and said nothing.
Darien didn't get a response, but he didn't press the issue. Instead, he expressed his thoughts: "I think this kind of illusion should have only one fixed order, placing two people into a happy life pattern, which we have now."
Sewell said, "That's right. In my memory, we were a very loving couple. I loved you very much, and you loved me too."
Darien said, "You can shut up now."
Sewell said, "Okay."
Darien said, "We need to figure out how big this illusion we're in is. The illusion should have boundaries. We can try to walk out and see how far we can go."
Sewell said: "There are four places that I remember most vividly. The first is the Gem Chamber of Commerce where we are now, the second is our home, the third is the church where we got married, and the fourth is Swan Lake where we had our date."
The corners of Darien's mouth twitched again: "Haha, that's really impressive."
Sewell said, "We can take a carriage and go to the edge of town first. If we can't walk out, we can go to these places."
Darien nodded. "It's a good thing there aren't many places, otherwise I'd feel like I'd have to live here forever."
Seville's eyes flashed, then quickly dropped them.
The carriage is still parked downstairs. We can go up now and head straight out of the city.
Darien and Sevier went downstairs together and got on the carriage. The coachman ordered the horses to drive out of the city.
The streets outside the window were very real. When Darien looked out, he felt that everyone here was alive. If he stopped the carriage and talked to one of them, perhaps they would have a different reaction.
He thought so and did so.
Darien said to the groom, "Stop for a minute. I want to eat some strawberries from that stand."
The coachman pulled the carriage to the side and prepared to get off to buy it.
"Wait, you don't have to go, let him go." Darien pointed at Sevier.
"Oh, okay, sir." The coachman was very tactful and got back on the carriage.
He understands, he understands, this is the interest between husband and wife.
Seville smiled, got off the carriage obediently, and bought a basket of fresh big red strawberries for Darien.
Darien held the basket in his arms, without even washing it, and threw it directly into his mouth to chew. They were all fake anyway, so it didn't matter whether he washed them or not.
The big strawberries are sweet, slightly sour and juicy, and taste pretty good.
Sewell watched him eat with a slight smile.
When Darien turned around, he saw Sevier's expression and shuddered.
"Your expression is a little strange. Here, have some strawberries." He threw two strawberries to Seville.
"Thank you, dear master." Seville brought the two strawberries to his lips, but did not bite them. Instead, he touched them with his lips first.
It's like a kiss.
"Eat, there's more if it's not enough." Darien felt that the amnesiac Sewell was a little strange, and seemed a little charming.
You'd better eat more, he stuffed the basket to Seville.
The carriage bumped along for a long time before finally reaching the edge of town, where they finally saw the wide-open city gate.
Outside the city gate was a continuous green field, and the road extending outward led to the countryside and villages. Darien did not say where he was going, but only said that he wanted to go outside the city, so the groom drove the horse out of the city gate.
As Darien passed through the city gate and was about to enter the green fields, his eyes suddenly turned white.
After a dizzy spell, his vision went dark again.
When the vision gradually became clear, the carriage had already gone back and the city gate was left far behind.
It’s true, this is the edge, they can’t leave this town.
Darien couldn't remember the groom's name, so he asked, "Well, what's your name?"
The groom outside knew he was being questioned and replied, "My name is Martin, sir."
Darien asked, "What was the name of the place we just went to? Do you remember?"
Martin was about to answer, but suddenly got stuck: "We just went... went... I don't remember."
Darien said, "Maybe it's because you just fell asleep. Let's go back. I want to go home."
Martin nodded: "I remember, I fell asleep."
The edge of the town was far away from their home in the fantasy. Their home was in the center of the town. Darien fell asleep again in the carriage.
When I woke up, I was already in my bed at home.
Darien rubbed his eyes, his vision still unclear, when he heard Sewell say, "You're awake."
"Is it dark yet? How long have we been back?" he asked.
"We've been back for about half an hour and it's not dark yet. What would you like for dinner?" Sevier replied.
"Whatever, I'm going to wander around." Darien had no appetite, he just wanted to figure out how to get out.
He got out of bed and wandered around his house accompanied by Sewell.
I have to say that the illusion created by Seren's fanatical pursuers is really realistic. He thought so when he was on the street just now, and he thought so when he returned home.
The servants in the house would bow respectfully when they saw them, and each had their own personality. When they weren't around, they would gossip and slack off.
Very alive feeling.
Darien walked around the house, rummaging through every corner he visited, making a mess of the place, as if a wild cat had run in.
Although he didn't find anything, Darian was very satisfied with the decoration and furnishings of the house. There were still empty rooms in the tower that could be arranged like this one.
Darien climbed from the living room to the corridor, and from the corridor to the kitchen, where he took away a plate of brownies... The brownies were suspicious, so he took them away for inspection.
The servants all peeked in quietly, but did not dare to look directly. They waited until their masters left before rushing forward to clean up.
Darien asked Sewell to follow him with the tray as they went up to the second floor.
There is a study and their bedroom on the second floor.
The bedroom has been searched, but only his diary was found, nothing else of note.
This time the search skipped the bedrooms.
They rushed straight into the study.
Seville used the study more, so Darien simply sat on a chair and ate brownies while Seville searched the room.
Sewell casually glanced at the bookshelf and then went straight to open the drawer.
In the drawer lay a red velvet box.
Darien munched on a brownie; the chocolate was a little bitter, but it tasted pretty good, like Mrs. Fitch's craftsmanship.
Seville took out the two boxes, opened them with a snap, and inside were a pair of diamond rings.
"It's a pretty ring," Darien commented.
"It's our wedding rings," said Sewell.
Darien stopped talking and stuffed a large piece of brownie into his mouth expressionlessly. He couldn't speak anymore after his mouth was full of food.
There was nothing special in the study except the pair of rings.
Now the only things left to search were the servants' quarters and the utility room. They went in and took a look around, scaring all the servants in the room.
"Are the two masters crazy?"
"Are you looking for something, sir?"
The servants grumbled, but they couldn't say it in front of Darien and Sewell, so they could only clean up the mess they left behind.
"Let's go somewhere else and see which one is closer to the church and Swan Lake," Darien said to Seville.
The Jewel Chamber of Commerce was too far away, and he didn't want to take the bumpy ride there. He fell asleep during the previous trip.
"Let's go to the church. It's almost evening, and it's too late to go to Swan Lake," said Sewell.
"Then let's go to the church. Can we be back before nightfall?" Darien asked.
"Yes, we can take a slow walk there. Our house is very close to the church," said Sewell.
Darien nodded, but felt something was a little strange, as if Sewell was speaking too smoothly.
Our family, what an awkward word.
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