Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Chapter 186: An Accidental Meeting - Lost Memories

Despite their awkward moment in the room. It seemed his sister wanted to maintain their current status quo for now. Rather, Sigurd seemed to have changed the most. Although Asura enjoyed a long meal with them, he found Sigurd's actions began changing.

Not long after the meal, Asura and Sigurd sat on her balcony, drinking a small glass of wine while digesting their dinner.

"You wearing that apron and such a thin dress almost killed me," Asura said in a light tone, unable to contain the flavour of lust in his voice.

His eyes watched Sigurd's current outfit.

A woman who used only wore martial arts clothes or robes that hid most of her body.

She sat opposite him, her juicy red lips pressed together upon hearing his words. Sigurd wore a low-cut black v-neck dress made of silk that barely covered her enchanting thighs and charming breasts that moved with a gentle sway without their normal support.

'Damn... This girl used to be so pure and chaste!'

"You really cannot take your eyes off me, huh?" Sigurd teased by moving her right leg, slowly crossing it over her left to flash the slightest glance at her undergarments.

Since their confrontation, everything that had stopped her from pursuing him vanished, and she no longer stopped trying to seduce him.

She behaved well and showed restraint when Amalia was present, but the moment she left or in places she couldn't see, Sigurd became like a huntress stalking her prey...

"It's hard not to look at something so captivating," Asura answered, meeting her eyes and staring at him with a mischievous intent. "Sigurd, as much as I enjoyed all of this... If you keep teasing me like this, I will throw you down."

Sigurd's face froze for a moment upon hearing his warning.

She leaned forward and reached across the table to pour more wine into his glass. He noticed the light sweat on her forehead and couldn't help but enjoy this woman's pride.

"How about we take it slowly? Although I would love to taste you now, I would also like to take our time with our relationship. I don't want to rush to the end and miss out on learning more about my cute girlfriend."

Asura relaxed after he said his feelings; there seemed to be endless pressure constantly building on his shoulders and the feeling of rushing everything, be it his strange feelings for Amalia or the relationship with Sigurd and Valerie. He didn't want to betray who he was, thinking back to the faces of Mu Xue and Xavida.

He would rather wait for the right moment, whether tomorrow, a month from now, or longer.

'Oh? She seems more relaxed. Did she force herself to match me or make up for the time?'

Sigurd's usual teasing demeanour vanished, replaced with a gentle smile as she moved closer, hugging his arm. The soft fur comforted her while the backs leaned to the perfect angle to watch the stars.

"You know how to get a read on a girl's heart," Sigurd whispered as her warm breath flowed onto his cheek. "Thank you. We'll do this slowly and patiently... Just promise me you will love me wholeheartedly when together... No thinking about other women, even Amalia."

"I promise," Asura said, hugging her arm as he placed his head on her shoulder.

'Thank god Amalia isn't watching.' Asura thought, watching the moon.

The two of them relaxed after that exchange; their heavy hearts calmed, and time slowly passed. The moon rose higher, dominating the entire sky.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

Asura turned to face Sigurd's beautiful face.

"Of course. What's on your mind?"

"Sorry... you looked so enchanting and resemble someone I know very well..."

Asura's mind gave so many signals—danger, fear, affection, shock—some related to his past life as Asura. Yet the ones that made him feel the most danger and worry were the ones that belonged to memories he didn't recognise—a strange world, a strange forest, and bizarre monsters.

The woman stood, her entire body like a moving sculpture, crossing her arms and smiling.

Her eyes glowed with a strange lustre and possessiveness that reminded him of the looks Valerie, Lorem, and Sigurd gave him.

"Are you Asura Fenix?" she asked with a hint of warmth and curiosity. Her deep voice couldn't become soft like the women he knew, but it didn't bother him. He felt it comforting and rather charming.

"That's right," Asura answered, observing the woman's changes. "You are?"

"The name's Frey," the woman said, seeming to have trouble breathing when speaking her name. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll see you around."

"Wait!"

Asura stepped forward, worried that she might leave.

However, before he could even reach out, her figure had already vanished... not just a few metres, her entire existence seemed to vanish.

"Who was that... I never knew such powerful people existed in Silvara..."

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⁜ Frey POV

Asura stood in place for quite some time while the woman who called herself Frey stood silently watching him from the top of the massive sword that overlooks the capital and palace.

Her body could easily deflect and absorb the powerful waves of magic that flowed from the sword, causing a beautiful sight in the sky.

"My son... when did you become so different? For a moment, your mother became charmed by you!"

Her laughter echoed as she muttered, recalling her memories and feelings when seeing Asura's handsome face and identity.

"Yet you have noticed nothing? So that's why... you have realised nothing. Then let me keep protecting you from the shadow of the moon."

Her eyes stared at the horizon as if seeing something. Her expression was calming and happy as she watched the calming moon slowly perform its cycle.

"Keep growing stronger. Protect Amalia and Vela... And keep learning more about yourself."

Her body seemed to disappear into the moonlight slowly as her voice faded.

"Son... Do you know how much I love you?"

Her smile slowly faded into the look of a demon as she transformed into a silhouette.

"Take care... My Asura."

The mysterious woman disappeared without a trace as the night sky slowly broke.