Chapter 35: The Unexpected Memory

Luke found himself in the middle of a dark wood, standing on the edge of a pit, he peered down into the hole at the flame hair girl kneeling on her knees inside the ditch.

Dressed in a white clothe flung over her left shoulder and loose white boots, the girl looked like a combination of a dinymph and iirifey.

'She is not an ordinary person,' he concluded the second their gazes connected.

Her red-gold hair shimmered in the moonlight as she shifted her weight and looked at him in confusion. She stared at his outstretched hand, with a blank gaze. Seeing her dazed expression, he chuckled, causing her to shift her eyes back onto his face.

"Can I help you out, if you do not mind, that is?" He playfully said.

After being ignored right to his face, he could not help feeling snubbed. But the thing was, ever since he was old enough to remember, he had never offered a hand to anyone. In a world where survival was the ultimate truth, everyone looked out only for themselves and cared only about themselves.

Because no one ever helped a fallen person. In fact, the best help was not being stepped on or preyed upon while one was down.

After an awkward moment of silence, the girl finally spoke.

"No one has ever offered me a hand before. Are you not afraid that I will cling onto you after helping me out?"

"Oh? Do you have what it takes to cling onto me? I do not sense any magic on you." He disdainfully replied.

"Magic? You have magic? But how can that be? I mean, you are, you are…" she stammered as she tried to get the right words out.

"I know. I look human. But you must keep in mind that in this world, there are many wonderous things, and appearances do not define a person." He replied in good humor.

He watched her gaze turn blank as she stood in a daze, her flickering eyes the only telltale sign of her still in the present.

The confused expression on her face made everything clear. Before today, she had never heard from another person's mouth of the existence of magic.

Understanding her dilemma, he held her hand and pulled her out of the hole, slowly setting her slender figure down on the ground.

"Thank you for the help. You are not only my savior but also the first person to lend a hand to me without putting forth any conditions." Her sad whisper reached his ears, branding itself into his heart.

"It was no big deal. I helped because I could help. But if it helps, you are also the first person that I have ever extended a hand to in my life." He thoughtfully stated as his figure blurred and disappeared in front of her wide violet eyes.

A 'bang' sounded in his head, shooting pain through his pounding head. As his consciousness and clarity returned, his mind cleared, lifting the fog covering his memory.

Luke opened his closed eyes with a start, the sudden bright light stinging his eyes. After a brief moment of adjustment, he found himself still standing in the same position and spot he was standing last, before blacking out.

The five clan leaders were now looking at him in confusion when they did not hear any reply from him.

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Luke ignored their stares, his gaze automatically fixing on the same red-gold flame hair. Slowly lowering his eyes, his sight caught onto the last image he saw before vanishing and awakening.

Violet eyes.

A powerful force ruthlessly slammed into his chest, painfully wrenching his ice-cold heart as he tiredly closed his eyes.

'Was this it? The reason why I was so agitated and against the serpentine entering the Underworld Palace? Against the two of them being together?'

But how was this possible?

This memory was locked inside his mind, meaning that it was an old memory that was at least 500 years old. And it was also more than 500 years ago that he had met the girl.

She was human. He was absolutely certain about that. And as a human, she was mortal, a being that should be dead and gone since long ago. So, how did she suddenly become a serpentine of the snake clan?

Magical creatures had the ability to live long lives and or possessed immortality. But even they did not have the ability to change the auras that gave clue to their ancientness.

However, there was no change in the girl's aura. It was clearly still as youthful today as it was 500 years ago. Not even a slight change was to be found in her vigorous and lively vitality.

Or it might not even be the same person that he met 500 years ago. However, that could not explain how two completely different people had the exact same appearance and aura at the same age frame.

If the two people were one and the same, then the only explanation for such a phenomenon would be rebirth.

The girl was reborn 18 years ago as a serpentine of the Snake clan. And she might have found him familiar in their first meeting due to the meeting in her previous life.

But since she did not have any memories of her previous life, she probably shook the feeling away.

'However, why did she become the Werewolf King's mate?'

He could not stop himself from contemplating that question as he pieced the memory fragment together with what he believed to be the likely turn of events.

Unbeknownst to him, even though Versailles did not have the complete memory of her first life, thanks to the gem of 'three lives,' she remembered the meeting with him.

She just no longer wanted to get involved with him, especially not after the farce he put up.

"Are you not going to say anything Supreme Elder?" The demon queen, who was convinced by the supreme elder's reasoning, immediately urged him anxiously, wanting him to respond to the serpentine's questions.

If the Supreme Elder backed out, then they would have no backbone to lean on.

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