Chapter 734 That's yours
When Lilou left her son's room, she stayed idle outside. She rested her back against the door, sighing deeply. 'Law knows me too well,' she thought, letting out another sigh. 'I should keep my head together.' Lilou let out a sharp breath, nodding encouragingly at herself. She pushed herself from the door, looking back at the shut door for a second. Her eyes glistened with mixed emotions, dragging her feet away. Since Samael knew she was resting, she already planned to return to his room, which was the room nearest Law's. 'Will he get angry?' she wondered on the way. 'He seemed adamant about letting me rest for the day, but I just think I didn't spend time with Law today that much. I missed him for some reason...'
Another long-suffering sigh escaped her lips the closer she was to Samael's room. When she stood in front of the door, Lilou reached for the knob and carefully pushed it open. As she did so, she held her breath and tiptoed her way in. But as soon as entered, barely making a noise, she froze at the person standing in front of the window. 'Uh oh,' her brain snickered at her, making her purse her lips. Much to her surprise, Samael stood still in that spot and in silence. Her brows furrowed, tilting her upper body to get a better look at his side profile. 'What is he doing?' she wondered inwardly, catching a glimpse of his solemn expression under the soothing moonlight, that was the same as his hair. 'Is he thinking about the enemies?'
Lilou pursed her lips, and instead of what she initially planned to keep her sneaking out a secret, she approached him silently. She stopped at arm's length, studying him with clear intrigue in her eyes. 'He seems to be deep in thought,' she thought as it seemed Samael hadn't noticed her despite standing at arm's length. 'Well, our problem is quite something. I don't even know how to resolve it.'
Her eyes lowered at the thought of being protected instead of being the protector. She loved Law, but right now, Lilou wasn't so stupid as to believe she had the capabilities to protect him. She couldn't even protect herself, and thus, the reason she was in this place for months with Stefan.
"The mainland had fallen." Lilou flinched when Samael suddenly spoke after a long silence. His voice was low and menacing, but there was a tinge of worry in his tone. "I knew that man. I even painted his portrait..."
"Was he a wise king?" she asked out of plain curiosity.
"He was a good man," answered Samael without taking his eyes off of the direction he had been staring at. "It reminded me of Stefan."
"Your brother?"
"Mhm..." Samael's eyelids drooped. "He is neither kind nor was he wicked, but he was definitely a good man. At least, he tried his best to save everyone and be fair to everyone. I owe him a lot and no amount of wealth can repay my debt to him."
"What did you owe him?" she blurted out, biting her tongue, but her eyes still shone with anticipation. Samael slowly turned his head to her, keeping quiet as if to ponder for the answer. "Our life on the mainland," came out a low, melancholic voice. "We were outsiders, and I used to sell anything in the streets. We didn't have titles or assets that had value on the mainland. But His Majesty recognized my work and gave us freedom."
Samael walked in the same spot until he was facing her squarely. "He had protected my family from the clans who don't welcome my family in their land, and I want to return the favor. We won't have another place to go if the mainland isn't restored."
Lilou pursed her lips into a thin line, biting her inner lower lips, eyes on him. She knew it wasn't that they didn't have a place to go and settle, but the mainland was already a place they called home. There might be many things she couldn't understand, but her heart somehow understood some things that her brain couldn't remember.
"How... can I fight?" she asked under her breath. "I want to help, but I don't know how. You need to help me train or something."
"You... do not have to train."
"What?" she frowned, displeased by his answer. "I don't need to fight? Then what am I going to do? Sit still and allow my husband, my son, and everyone to protect me?"
"Don't misunderstand." Samael shook his head mildly and shoved his hand inside his pocket. When he took out his hand, he tossed something to her, which she caught on instinct. Looking down, Lilou furrowed her brows as she opened her hand and saw a necklace. She looked back at him with confusion in her eyes, waiting for him to clarify what this meant.
"That's yours." He pointed his chin to the necklace. "Her name is Lakresha. I figured since your heart and body remember things... for instance, not staying in the bed after a tiring night of passion. It might've also remembered how to wield Lakresha."
Samael nodded at her encouragingly. In the past, Lilou had always been paralyzed on the bed, especially during their first night together. However, even now that he had taken her first, Lilou was able to run around just like how she was on the mainland. Not just that, but there were many signs that proved his theory after days of observation. The regression affected Lilou, but only her memory took the hit. Her heart, body, and soul remembered who and what she was. "It's all hypothetical, but Lakresha might help bring your memories back," he added. "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't try."
"How..." Lilou looked down once again, caressing the beautiful pendant. How could this necklace call a weapon? There were myriads of questions in her head, and one of them was 'was she ready?' But there was also this part of her that felt relieved. The necklace felt familiar in her hand as if she had a reunion with a dear friend.
"La..." her tongue rolled back, taking a deep breath, marveling at the sensation while staring at the necklace in her hand. "Lakresha."
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