Becoming a Villain from the Bishop of Sin

"What is the evidence?"

"Intuition?"

"Good intuition, don't trust it in the future."

"Well, I will trust you in the future!"

After finishing speaking, she might feel a little embarrassed and smiled embarrassingly.

This youthful reaction made Luo Mo instinctively want to tease her, but it's a pity that he just met her after all, which made him decide to observe for a while before talking.

In any case, the two just chatted like this, and embarked on the road to the capital of faith together.

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Early summer, breezy night.

Luo Mo stood in the shade with his back against the big tree, flipping through the map to the next country.

Emnesia, who was lying on the luggage beside her, had finished writing today's diary, and was so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting.

"Sleep quickly if you want to sleep?"

"...I'm a little...no, it's okay." Emnesia wanted to say something, but when she noticed his gaze, she shook her head with a smile and closed her eyes: "Good night... ..See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow? You didn't go anywhere... We can see each other when we open our eyes?"

This slightly strange speech made him feel a little funny.

But Emnesia didn't explain, she just raised her hand and shook it slightly, and after a while, she gradually fell asleep with her gentle breathing.

At this time, Luo Mo's eyes fell on her diary, but...although she really wanted to take it over and have a look.

But he held back.

Because he enjoys the process of answering more than looking through the answer directly.

Of course, this is not the influence of the lust witch, but now that he has enough spare time, there is no need to rush to read other people's diaries. After all, there may not be answers in the diaries.

So, he just leaned his back against the big tree, looked at the sky and gradually closed his eyes.

The quiet night is spent in the sound of insects like this.

When the sunlight on the other side of the horizon pierced the darkness of dawn, Luo Mo opened his eyes again.

But what came into view was not the sky, let alone the canopy of trees, but the shoes in front of him.

looked down.

The silver-haired girl who was supposed to be two meters away, leaning on the luggage, arrived beside him at some point.

It's a pity that there was no glamorous situation, the girl was just pure... lying beside him, with one foot lifted up on the trunk of his head.

"...This guy looks very quiet, but his sleeping appearance is so bad?"

Looking at the legs above his head and sighing, he lowered his head to observe the crooked girl lying on the side.

When the breeze blew over the girl's shoulder-length silver hair, he naturally smelled a pleasant fragrance, and instinctively had an urge to touch it, the hair must be very soft to the touch.

Obviously the sleeping appearance is very bad, but the sleeping girl seems to be dreaming a happy dream, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, giving people a sense of comfort, just looking at it makes him raise the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and can't bear to disturb her sleep.

But it didn't take long, and the dazzling sunlight that gradually poured down from above obliquely awakened the girl mercilessly.

Emnesia rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up and looked around blankly for a while, and then found Luo Mo beside her.

When she hesitated and didn't know how to speak, Luo Mo smiled first and greeted her:

"Yo~ finally woke up?"

"Good morning?" she tentatively asked blankly.

"...Well, why is it an interrogative sentence?"

"That... who are you? Who am I?"

She squinted her eyes under the rising sun, rubbed her cheeks with her hands, and after thinking hard, she finally asked two strange questions.

Luo Mo didn't show surprise at this, but started talking nonsense seriously:

"To be honest, you are my daughter-in-law who just got married."

"Oh? Yes, is that so?" She covered her mouth with her hands in surprise.

"I will lie to no one and I will not lie to my wife."

"But...if that's the case, why don't I remember you?"

The dazed look on the girl's face didn't seem to be faked, and the way she looked at him was like looking at a stranger, full of vigilance and confusion.

But Luo Mo also insisted on probing: "Aside from your ungratefulness, is there any other possibility?"

"I'm sorry.... I feel a strong sense of disobedience." The girl looked like you must be joking with me.

"Have you really forgotten? Our passionate, yet unforgettable night these days?"

"I'm sorry...what the hell are you talking about?"

The innocent girl who was not deeply involved in the world didn't understand the meaning of his words at all, and she didn't believe it at all with a suspicious expression on her face, which made her feel full of disobedience.

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Emnisia did not look like she pretended at all, and Luo Mo, who had always been skeptical about the girl's amnesia, finally gave up continuing the meaningless temptation.

The trust that was just established yesterday seems to have been reset to zero this morning.

This made him feel a little strange, to be precise, inexplicably aggrieved.

But he didn't know how to vent this emotion, so he had to forcefully suppress it, and pointed to the top layer of her luggage, which was wrapped in a tarpaulin, and sighed as if giving up:

"Or, you should read your own diary first, maybe it can give you a different answer."

"Well...."

After waking up, Emnesia's mind was blank. Even though she picked up the diary, she was vigilant, and distanced herself from the weird talker.

Although she still couldn't understand the current situation, after the long journey, she developed an instinctive habit. After ensuring a safe distance, she picked up the diary and began to read it carefully.

Turning over and over, she gradually raised her head, and glared at him with resentful eyes with her face flushed:

"—You really lied to me? It's too much! We are friends, but you are talking nonsense!"

"Oops? Do you finally understand what I'm talking about? But...is it my fault?"

"Of course!"

Maybe it's because her body instincts are already used to amnesia. Although a normal person would panic if she suddenly lost her memory, she quickly understood the situation and puffed up her cheeks angrily.

"Then you said we were friends, why did you hide so far away? Seriously, it hurts. My fragile heart is broken by you."

"...It's not the strange words you said."

"Forget it, forget it, we are friends after all, I don't care about you, and you don't care about these little things, hurry up and wash it up and cook for me."

"Hmm~"

Emnisia had a hard-to-relax look on her face, but she hesitated and let go of the conflict. After staring at him unwillingly for a while, she obediently went to cook.

After dinner, the trip continued.

The two walked together, and the sun kept repeating during this period, carrying out the operation of rising in the east and setting in the west.

But no matter what they experienced on the road, no matter whether they were quarreling or chatting yesterday, no matter whether they were sad or happy, Emnesia will forget everything they have experienced the next day.

The first sentence I see him every day, besides "Who are you?" is only "Who am I?".

No matter the night before, he tried to attack Emnesia. He also used the Diankai weapon to razed the mountain to the ground, which left a deep impression on her, but she still couldn't remember anything, Not even the slightest memory.

It was precisely because of this that he completely gave up doubting, and was convinced that all memories of Emnesia would be cleared after she woke up. This is an undeniable fact.

Chapter 22 Is the soft rice hard to eat?

If a normal person wakes up every day with a blank mind, and he doesn't even know who he is, he will definitely appear extremely flustered.

However, even if this is the case, Emnesia can always quickly return to a carefree state after a moment of confusion, and always maintains a jaw-dropping degree of innocence and informality.

This also made him doubtful. After all, a person's character should be determined by his past experience.

To put it simply, it is composed of memory. Although nature is also a large part, the disappearance of memory is largely equivalent to the death of a "person".

So is it because he has no memory that he can maintain such a personality, or is it because he has such a personality?In other words, can it be considered that her personality is originally so optimistic and cheerful?

Even if encounters and partings are repeated every day, in the face of such sadness, she can still not take it to heart—is that true?

For the girl who doesn't understand herself, he has no way to figure it out, and gradually he can only give up caring about this issue, and instead study other issues in Emnesia.

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Tonight, they lived together in a room in the village halfway through the journey.

On the narrow bed, Emnesia was sleeping soundly next to him, so...

"——It's your fault for asking me the same question every time, and still not remembering me. Let me ask for a little interest back today~ Hehe, hehe...hahahahaha!"

Looking at the silver-haired girl curled up with her back against her, Luo Mo, holding the diary in his hand, unconsciously let out a sinister laugh.

Then......

"Hmm~!"

Perhaps because of the noise, Emnesia kicked unconsciously, kicking him off the bed who was caught off guard.

"This...this guy...what if my old waist is broken?!"

He climbed up from the bottom of the bed with his kicked waist, lay on the side of the bed and looked at the girl who was so sleepy that it was hopeless, and decided to give her some big ones.

Although he thought it was wrong to do so, but after thinking about it seriously, after so many years, he has done a lot of wrong things, even too many to count, so what if he does one or two more things?

So, he opened Emnesia's diary, turned to Emnesia's record today, and simply covered it with his hand.

"Well~ the content was changed to be saved by my hero, and then she developed a good impression of me and wanted to marry me. I reluctantly agreed under the condition that she is willing to raise me and provide food and housing for the rest of her life, right?"

There was no need to imitate the handwriting, and in the midst of muttering thoughts, he directly relied on the power of pretense to rewrite the content.

After confirming that there was no problem with the handwriting, he put the diary back with peace of mind, and waited for any interesting developments the next day.