I Screwed the Novel's Plot

Chapter 62 Ch. 62: Memories [7]

I blinked my eyes a few times and wrinkles appeared on my forehead.

"What the hell just happened?"

Since we shared the same age, I didn't think Damian would die; he and I were destined to die at the age of 12. But I wasn't sure either because I had no idea if that world was aligned with the novel or not.

Soon, the screen flashed and a new scene was played, showing an interior of a… cave? Err… an underground? Or whatever it was.

The room was not entirely made of stone, some have wooden parts, such as ceilings and doors. Well, the only thing missing there were windows.

Also, to my surprise, the room was filled with furniture such as desks, chairs, and even a bed! In my opinion, it almost looked like a hideout.

Damian opened his eyes and an orange hue filled the room as candles were the only source of light. He swept the surroundings and a woman came into view.

"I see, you're awake."

A woman sitting with her back facing the boy.

Her long red hair was tied in a high ponytail. Damian tried to lift his back but immediately grabbed his bandaged left shoulder.

"Argh!"

I didn't know how long Damian was unconscious, but if he was 'merely' speared by a bolt, it should have been healed by using Super Potion, yet, Damian remained wounded.

"Haa…"

–Flop!

A sound of a thick book being forced shut was heard. She rose and turned around; revealing herself entirely, I assumed her age was early twenty.

She wore a tight slit mini dress that showed off her hourglass features, even her boob's shapes and sizes were printed vividly. Her ruby eyes gazed at Damian disinterestedly.

"You should refrain from moving."

Upon seeing her, I was bewildered. My mouth opened and closed several times mimicking a fish that came out of the water; I was speechless. Not because I saw her coquettish appearance, but because I knew who she was!

That woman! She was a drop-dead cunning sly woman! However, I could only furrow my brows.

'Isn't she the strategist of that shady organization? Why did she save Damian?'

I clearly remember how she ruined Alexander's plans so many times to the point that I started to pity him, he should look for a strategist instead of burning his head.

I was afraid that Alexander might damage his brain someday.

I wouldn't lie, though, albeit Alexander was a Gary Stu, he was so terrible at scheming. No wonder his strategy was easily seen through by her.

Her red eyes shifted to the bracelet on her wrist. At first, I thought it was Telesphere, alas, it wasn't. As expected of a mysterious society, they even had their own communication devices.

"He's awake."

After conveying that one line, she hung up and returned her attention to the white haired-boy who was lying on the bed. Their eyes interlocked and Damian bombarded her with questions.

"Who are you? What happened to me? And… where is this place?"

She rolled her feet and sat next to his bed. She folded both of her legs and arms, however, the boy immediately threw his face away.

She tilted her head in confusion when she saw his action. Damian gripped his blanket tightly and extended his hand, offering his blanket to her.

"Please cover yourself."

Pfftt, hahaha! I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I bet that brat had never seen a woman who showed so much skin before! But I hurriedly shut myself up, now I had no idea whose past I was talking about.

"Hahaha!!"

She laughed merrily while clutching her stomach.

"You are the first person who said such a thing to me! Oh, my! A Prince is indeed different!"

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and gladly received the blanket, she used it to cover her legs.

"It's fine, you can turn now."

Damian did as she said and strangely, the way she looked at him changed. Her eyes twinkled, glimmering with interest. Her tinted lips lifted; turned into a beautiful seductive arch.

"You know… I'm willing to wait for you if you don't change your demeanor."

She winked at him and Damian's expression turned murky after seeing her behavior.

"No, thank you. Just answered my questions, please."

'Even though her beauty and alluring body could melt a male's heart at one glance, I must say, she isn't my type.'

She blinked her eyes a few times; she was shocked by the things she just heard.

"Did I… just get rejected?"

She wore a surprised expression. Whoever saw her, everybody knew she was faking it.

"Hmm… winning over a Prince's heart is surely hard. But I won't give up–"

"Please just answer my questions."

She pouted when he cut her off. Leaning herself on the chair, she started with a sigh and spoke.

"Haa… my name is Annelise, I was the one who saved you. You were hit by a crossbow bolt, remember? And we're still in Agatha."

The wrinkle on my forehead deepened, there was a cave on Agatha? I never heard of nor saw it on the map. Perhaps… a hidden cave?

Damian caressed his temple.

"Ah, yes. I do remember that. A bolt aimed at my brother, I pushed him and–"

He shook his head and asked another query.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three days."

"I see. Thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome."

"..."

"..."

Since no one said anything, Anne uttered her curiosity.

"But I don't understand, though. I heard his family was responsible for murdering your mother. Why did you save him?"

Damian turned and stared at the ceiling above him.

"That's true. But, even if the culprit is indeed his family, it doesn't mean that he is the one who killed my mother. We've spent so much time together, I know him inside and out. I trust him."

"Pfftt."

He spun his head whilst frowning after hearing her snicker. Receiving Damian's suspicious gaze, Anne waved both of her hands.

"Ah, no. It's just… I found your bond with your brother is very sweet, that's all."

"..."

–Click!

Both of their head twirled to the door that swung open and two men wearing masks that covered their entire faces entered. Anne bent her back forward and whispered.

"Hey, let me tell you something interesting."

Damian faced her and their eyes met, she smiled at him.

"The one who tried to kill your brother is one of them."

"What?"

He frowned and confusion painted the boy's air. Unbothered to answer his question, she just chuckled and rose. She put the blanket back on to cover Damian's body and exited the room.

One of the men sat on the chair and the other stood behind him. Silence descended as no one in that room was willing to voice out their thoughts.

Thanks to the pattern on the mask, I could recognize the seated man. Although I didn't know what his name was, he was without a doubt the so-called 'God of War'.

I remembered where Alexander's Corps was crushed by this masked man many times and as for the other one I had no idea.

To put it simply, my knowledge of this world was lacking because I hadn't finished reading the novel.

But, judging from their appearance, somehow they were quite familiar in my eyes. After a brief silence, the seated man asked.

"How are you feeling?"

I couldn't tell who he was due to the mask that altered his voice. Nevertheless, Damian furrowed his brows.

"Who are you?"

"Haa…"

The man sighed. He lifted his hand and took off his mask. The moment his face was revealed, my mind went blank.

Sweats surged from my pores to the point that I was drenched in them. I clutched my head at the unbearable vertigo that washed over me. My stomach churned and I wanted to throw up.

I was beyond shocked!

A man around his mid-fifties with blonde hair and blue eyes was seen.

"Grandpa?"

The man behind the mask was Gideon Aeneas! The so-called 'God of War' was Gideon Aeneas! The one who mercilessly slaughtered Alexander's Corps was Gideon Aeneas! It was none other than his grandfather!

"And…"

Damian switched to the man behind Gideon. He removed the mask and an old man with grayish eyes came into view.

"Your Highness, it's nice to see you again."

"Fedel?"

I raised my hand and let my head fall into my palm with a sigh. I could feel the energy draining from my body; they vanished into thin air.

'What a madness.'

Every time I was sent here, I was always presented with new crazy revelations. If the previous were the death of my mother and Aeneas' Family execution, this time it was even crazier.

I witnessed that my family was a member of the dark organization that Alexander; the main character of the novel, was trying so hard to defeat!

'If my guess is correct, that world is aligned with the novel. But there's something bothering me…'

My head hurt a lot and I couldn't help but massaged my temples.

'Is my role in the novel… a villain?'