Chapter 192: Fuse Together
It seemed Mireille’s words had an effect, and Clark’s panicked emotions gradually calmed down.
Taking a deep breath, Clark slowly regained his reason. He closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, then began to examine the memory that had drilled into his mind from a rational and objective perspective. Suddenly, he discovered a detail in the memory.
That was a sentence spoken by that mad woman: “Hair is a woman’s signboard.”
“Isn’t this something Miss Hera’s mother said to her?” Clark was suddenly startled. He realized that the memory fragment he saw did not belong to him, but to Miss Hera.
But what kind of power could accomplish such a thing? Clark had no idea he possessed such an ability.
Since it was not his own ability, it could only be caused by other factors.
Clark opened his eyes, his gaze naturally falling on the cat tooth bracelet he had thrown to the ground. For some reason, seeing the bracelet again made him feel somewhat eerie, his heart palpitating involuntarily as he became vigilant.
With slight hesitation, Clark picked up the cat tooth bracelet again. The moment he picked it up, he closed his eyes tightly once more, but this time he did not feel the mental impact of the strange memory. However, his body trembled involuntarily upon touching the cold cat fangs.
Perhaps only the first time touching the cat tooth bracelet would bring those memories.
Watching Clark’s strange actions, Mireille connected it to Clark’s sudden out-of-control rampage earlier and secretly guessed the eerie nature of the cat tooth bracelet. “Is there something wrong with this bracelet?”
Clark apologized to Mireille again and said truthfully, “I’m really sorry, Mireille. I don’t know why, but when I touched this bracelet, I saw a memory that didn’t belong to me. That memory… was too terrifying, so I couldn’t control myself for a moment.”
In response, seeing that Clark had regained his calm, Mireille no longer blamed him. She smiled slightly at Clark and said with some doubt, “Such an eerie thing… Can I touch it?”
Clark felt that the cat tooth bracelet was probably problematic. Deep down, he did not want Mireille to touch it, but he also felt it necessary for her to experience it personally so she could believe him.
With a skeptical look, Mireille took the bracelet Clark handed her.
Clark immediately became nervous, like facing a formidable enemy, his limbs ready to exert force at any moment. As soon as Mireille showed any unusual movement, he would immediately control her.
Watching Mireille’s eyes gradually darken, that silent expression made Clark feel immense pressure. It was hard to imagine this was the same lively, cheerful, and understanding girl from before; instead, she seemed like a ruthless female killer.
The moment Mireille revealed a ferocious expression, Clark immediately circled behind her and hugged her tightly. Despite her fierce struggle in his arms, that petite body hid enormous monstrous strength, and Clark almost failed to control the girl.
He swayed left and right, shaking off the cat tooth bracelet from Mireille’s hand, calling out to Mireille over and over, trying to make the girl calm down.
After an unknown amount of time, Clark finally felt the struggling strength of the girl in his arms weaken gradually, her mad roar turning into pitiful sobs.
Realizing that Mireille had also escaped from that terrifying memory, he quickly released her, cupped her face, wiped the tears from her fair cheeks, and comforted her, “It’s okay, it’s okay. That’s not your memory. It’s not your memory at all. You’re not wrong. You don’t have to suffer for that memory…”
As he spoke, a surge of nostalgic emotion welled up in Clark’s heart, but before he could dwell on it, his constant high vigilance toward the outside world picked up faint footsteps from beyond the room door.
“Someone’s coming.” Clark said in a low voice, his nervous emotions instantly infecting the crying Mireille.
The girl immediately stopped her sad emotions and asked nervously, “We… what should we do? Should we hide?”
Clark thought quickly and soon had an idea. He pushed Mireille into the closet, picked up the axe from the ground and handed it to her. Before closing the closet door, he instructed, “Hide in there first and act according to the situation.”
“But what about you?” Mireille hurriedly asked, stopping the door from closing with one hand.
“I want to come clean.” Clark took a deep breath. This old castle was too strange. He no longer planned to investigate the truth or analyze who was good or bad.
Mireille had actually had several chances to kill him before. When he lost his reason due to the mysterious power of the cat tooth bracelet and went on the attack without resistance, she had been holding the axe and could have struck at any moment to chop him to death, but she did not.
Regardless of any reasons involved, Clark did not want to consider or pursue it further. He picked up the hammer from the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, standing guard in place warily, watching as the door to Hera’s room was slowly pushed open, the small stool propped against the door making a creaking friction sound.
The person pushing the door seemed to have anticipated it, pushing at an unhurried pace. Then, a hand wearing white gloves gripped the edge of the door, and Butler Valente’s cold face emerged first from behind the door.
Clark’s hammer smashed down the instant the other’s head appeared—it was his full-force strike.
However, Butler Valente reacted quickly. The moment he sensed the danger, his other hand moved, grabbing the handle of Clark’s falling hammer with immense strength. His pair of gray eyes looked at Clark coldly, and he said in a low tone, “Mr. Clark’s way of greeting is quite unique.”
At the same time, Clark’s peripheral vision caught sight of a beautiful face shrinking under Butler Valente, but the face showed a mad expression. A sharp cold gleam flashed across his vision. Clark was shocked and, in the situation, released the hammer, retreating several steps abruptly.
Only a sharp sound of slicing wind passed under Clark’s chin, a cold flash vanishing instantly, followed by a burning stinging pain from his chin. He felt warm blood flowing from the wound.
Clark retreated repeatedly, finally steadying himself with difficulty. He covered his chin with one hand, smelling the bloody scent from his jaw, the warmth passing through his palm and fingertips, dripping to the ground.
“You two!?” Clark looked in shock at the two who appeared together. Butler Valente, whose figure seemed somewhat bulkier and more burly, and Miss Hera with her mad expression pushed open the room door, standing at the entrance backlit.
Their bodies were now eerily entwined. Miss Hera’s originally straight and slender legs were spiraled around Butler Valente’s legs like ropes, her back pressed tightly against his chest, as if grown together.
They had merged into one.
