"Wow... Isn’t this Silver Honey that enhances mory power?" Mathilda exclaid, her voice full of surprise and a hint of excitent. She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling as she examined the shimring jar Tyler held in his hands.
This is very expensive item.
"Did you bring it for ?" She asked.
Tyler nodded.
Tyler, now inside Mathilda’s modest bedroom, watched as she eagerly stared at the jar. They had co to this secluded room after Tyler made a simple request to Village Chief Misra—asking her to leave so they could have so privacy. Misra, though reluctantly, had complied, giving Tyler a resentful look before exiting, clearly irritated by him monopolizing Mathilda. Her glare, however, was not enough to deter Tyler. There were far more important things to handle.
Mathilda’s playful grin returned as she studied the honey, the look of curiosity turning into an almost mischievous glint.
"So, are we going to...?" Mathilda raised one eyebrow and made a suggestive gesture with her hands, forming a circle with her thumb and index finger. Her other finger began to move in and out in exaggerated motions, clearly teasing Tyler with her playful manner.
Tyler groaned inwardly, but his face remained calm. "Not now... Drink the honey."
Mathilda tilted her head slightly in confusion but shrugged and took the jar from Tyler’s hands. Without further question, she accepted his instructions and poured a small amount of the glowing Silver Honey into the glass Tyler had prepared for her, mixing it with so milk.
She held the glass up to her lips and took a long sip, finishing it all in one go. The liquid, while sweet and refreshing, had an odd energy to it—like it was filling sothing deep inside her, sothing beyond just nourishnt.
"Now drink as much as you can..." Tyler requested. Mathilda was curious so she obeyed Tyler and drank a lot. She was suprised when Tyler pulled more honey jars from a magical copper pot.
Tyler observed as Mathilda’s body relaxed, her eyes slowly closing. She sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, as if her entire being was processing the influx of information. It wasn’t long before her breath deepened, signaling she had entered an almost ditative state.
Minutes passed, and Tyler simply waited, knowing she would need ti for the Silver Honey to work its magic on her mind. mories, suppressed and hidden, would begin to surface.
Then, as if on cue, Mathilda’s eyes snapped open. Her pupils dilated, and her face lit up with realization. The haze in her gaze cleared, replaced by a sharp, knowing look that Tyler recognized all too well. She had reclaid her mories.
Her lips curved into a sly smile as she threw herself forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Tyler.
"Oh... Looks like you got your mories back," Tyler said, his voice calm, though he was clearly amused by her reaction.
Mathilda’s smile softened, but her voice was tinged with anger. "That damn Kyla... She just shoved into this village. I swear, I’m going to poison her with aphrodisiacs and make sure she ends up in a brothel for the rest of her miserable life!"
Tyler raised a brow. "Alright... we’ll take care of those traitors later. First, we need to figure out a way to escape this Abyss floor."
Mathilda took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Do you have a plan?" she asked, her voice now steady and thoughtful.
Tyler rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit uncertain. "I don’t know. I really don’t have a solid plan. But I’m sure we can find a way. The question is, what happened to you in this village?"
Mathilda’s gaze grew distant as she began recounting the strange and unsettling experiences she had endured in the village. "Hmm... After they threw into this place, I woke up near the Village Chief’s house. Misra took care of for a while. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then... sothing strange happened." Mathilda’s eyes seed to cloud over as she continued. "I was... attracted to her, unconsciously, almost like it was natural. We grew close. We spent a lot of ti together."
Tyler’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Grew up together?"
Mathilda shook her head. "No, no. It wasn’t real. It was all a fake mory. While Misra was taking care of , new mories began to rge inside my mind. It was as if I had always been part of this village, like I was born here and had lived here my whole life. The habits I developed, the way I dressed as a man... everything was influenced by the village itself. It’s all fabricated."
Tyler’s eyes widened in realization. "So, the village has been feeding you false mories? Using them to control your sense of self?"
"Yes," Mathilda said bitterly. "It’s more than just lying. It’s like they corrupt your mind, forcibly locking away your true mories and replacing them with these random, fabricated ones. It’s as if this whole place is... a trap for our minds."
Tyler nodded, his expression darkening. "And no one ever dies here. People just... respawn. Like in a video ga. The village has the ability to alter everyone’s mories, even the mories of their death. It’s as if this place is a never-ending cycle of manipulation."
"So, what’s the plan now?" Mathilda asked, her voice steady but with an edge of urgency.
"We need to find the other Grandmasters," Tyler said. "We need to wake them up, get them to rember who they really are. Only then can we figure out a way to escape."
Mathilda’s face lit up with a renewed sense of purpose. "Then forget about the honey and milk. I’ll refine this into a pill using so herbs. After that, you can make them copies to distribute it to everyone."
Tyler nodded. "Alright, then. I trust you."
As Tyler handed Mathilda the jar of Silver Honey, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned back with a teasing smirk. "What about Catherine?" she asked, her tone playful but hinting at sothing else.
Tyler’s expression shifted, his face reddening slightly. "She too," he muttered, unable to hide the discomfort in his voice.
Mathilda’s grin widened. "Before we bring back her mory, can we have so fun with her first?" She licked her lips, her expression turning perverse.
Tyler let out a deep sigh. "She might hate us when she gets her mories back," he said, a touch of exasperation in his voice. "It’s risky, and I don’t think it’s a good idea."
"Oh, co on!" Mathilda pleaded, her voice filled with mock innocence. "Let’s just pretend we don’t rember for a little while. Just once! It’ll be fun."
Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don’t think it’s a good idea"
"But you already did everything with her. I don’t think she will act as nothing happened between you two. She is not like other won you slept with ." Mathilda said firmly.
Tyler was silent.
"Lets deepen our bond and bring back her mories. Atleast she won’t leave us." Mathilda’s eyes sparkled with amusent, clearly wanted to enjoy Astrid’s body. Since she is from Demonic Sect she doesn’t care whether it is good or bad. She leaned back on the bed, already lost in her thoughts, planning the next move. It was clear she was enjoying this mont, despite the chaos around them.
"Alright, then," Tyler said, turning to leave. "I’ll go and find the other Grandmasters. You handle the pill-making process. We’ll et up again soon."
Mathilda quickly caught him, "Before that... Let’s do sothing else..."
Misra lost her patience and barged in after an hour. She made a dissatisfied face though she joined them.
Both Tyler and Mathilda didn’t reveal anything to Misra. There is high chance that Misra is just an Illusion. Sa goes with many people in the village.
After enjoying a full triple threat Battle. Tyler left the room, his mind racing with the implications of their situation. They had their mories back, and now they had a way to break the village’s hold over them. But with so many unanswered questions, Tyler knew this was just the beginning of a long and difficult escape. He is not sure if they can even escape. One way or another, they had to escape the web of lies that had trapped them—and find a way to get back to real world.
Little did he know, the village had more secrets waiting for them.
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After Tyler left, The naked Misra and Naked Mathilda lay entwined in bed, their lips locked in a tender kiss.
Yet, beneath the warmth of their embrace, a deep sadness gnawed at Mathilda. She had co to a painful realization—Misra might not be real. Tyler had told her that Mana couldn’t sense a soul within her.
Still, Mathilda didn’t let her turmoil show. She pushed the thoughts aside and kissed her again, savoring the mont as if it were their last.
Then, Misra’s voice broke the fragile illusion.
"So, you’ve already figured out the truth?"
Mathilda flinched. A chill ran down her spine as she pulled back slightly.
Half of Misra’s face twisted, distorting like the grotesque features of an Abyss monster.
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