Chapter 152 They Must Die
Morofushi Kagemitsu was silent for a moment, then nodded, a questioning look appearing in his eyes as he looked at the girl.
"Don't worry, this is normal, sir. Perhaps you will be able to gradually recover your memories soon. However, it's best if you don't do too much exercise right now, as your body hasn't fully recovered yet." Morataya tapped the edge of the bed with her fair and delicate fingertips, comforting him with a smile.
As for how long it will take to regain his memories... who knows?
After all, how can one be reborn without paying a price?
Morataya smiled gently, "Your name is Morofushi Kagemitsu, the rest is a bit complicated, you'll have to remember it yourself."
Then she took out a medicine bottle and placed it on the bed. "This is your daily medicine. Take one pill three times a day after meals. It will help improve your condition. Also, if you need anything, you can call Yuna, and she will help you."
After saying that, Morataya stood up and nodded slightly to Morofushi Kagemitsu. "I'll be leaving now. You should get some rest."
With that, she turned and left.
Then Yuna came in with some clothes and light liquid food.
"Hello, Mr. Morofushi, I am Yuna. Due to your physical condition, you are only suitable to eat light liquid food these days." Yuna put the clothes aside, then set up a small table in front of Morofushi Kagemitsu, placed the food on the table, bowed slightly, and then withdrew.
"If you need anything else, please feel free to call me."
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Bathed in the bright moonlight, the church was quiet and peaceful, with pure white doves roosting on its walls, and the solemn atmosphere subsided.
In the dark blue night sky, the clouds were thin, and the starlight hidden behind them was faintly visible.
Suddenly, a pure white shadow flashed by, like a ripple suddenly appearing on a calm lake.
The person holding the telescope and looking at the stars paused for a moment, thinking they were seeing things.
On a building that looks like a factory, a white figure stands in mid-air, its pure white wings fluttering, its indifferent eyes looking down at the building below.
Inside a training room.
A person shrouded in a black cloak stood in the center of a group of people.
Behefinger looked at the members who surrounded him, and unconsciously tightened his grip on his wand inside his cloak.
I really want to raise his wand and smash it over their heads!
“Astie, Lord Martell asked you to train our agility, you should remember, right?” One of the blond, brown-eyed men said, cracking his knuckles and wearing an exaggeratedly contemptuous smile.
Behringer clicked his tongue inwardly. What do you mean by "training your agility"? Couldn't you just say I'd be your moving punching bag?
“I remember,” he said coldly, loosening his grip on the wand.
"In that case, let's begin!" The man who spoke first made the first move before speaking.
Behffinger dodged quickly; the man's fist barely grazed his cloak.
But it wasn't just one man who made a move.
The others joined in, and the scene could be described as... a brawl.
Behefinger slipped to the training room door, raised his hand and tugged at the brim of his hat. He looked at the members who had been thrown into the air by his illusion magic, and a ruthless killing intent flashed in his purple eyes.
They must die.
But it was he who did it, and it couldn't have been him.
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