Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2401 The Prophet is Dead (Part 7)

As it turns out, the effect was very good.

Although she was on the verge of death after being repeatedly attacked by the demigod, Catherine's mind actually became a little clearer.

In addition, revisiting familiar places and using familiar things to trigger memories can even help people recall names.

But that's not enough—

"Very good, Catherine. So, do you remember what you look like?"

I gave it another like, and before paying, I continued to patiently guide them, helping them recall more.

"I……"

This time, the sound seemed to be coming from the chest, but rather slowly moving upwards.

So much so that while listening, one can completely imagine what a mouth looks like moving around.

“I’m Catherine…I’m here, working…”

This process was far from easy. Catherine kept repeating her name, and her voice was clearly becoming more and more painful, even bordering on madness.

But that's not a bad thing; at least pain and madness make things more human, don't they?
At that moment, Fu Qian noted that the other person's voice, which was talking to themselves, didn't even sound as hoarse anymore.

"The guests here are... very annoying..."

And at the end of this soliloquy, at a certain moment a voice suddenly rang in his ear, as if someone were whispering in his ear—and indeed there was.

Fu Qian naturally turned his head to face his own shoulder.

Because of catching the meteor, a large piece of his otherwise formal attire had been torn off, and a thick mass of black was slowly coalescing on his exposed shoulder.

The word "disgusting" was emphasized twice at the end by a mouth with its white teeth showing.

The head-like shape only has one organ, which doesn't look very good, but fortunately, fluid quickly covers the teeth and even outlines more facial features.

It was definitely her, Catherine.

Although I don't like wasting memory remembering these things, I easily recognized her before paying – she was the stunning waitress who attracted countless eyes.

Even after the facial features were quickly formed, the skin became fair and delicate...

Red lips, dark eyes, long hair—in just a few breaths, a familiar face was right in front of me.

This is not an exaggeration, because this head, which belonged to Catherine, was placed directly on her own shoulder.

……

So, what goes around comes around, right?
I came up with a similar idea some time ago, and now I've become a victim myself.

Their eyes met, and they were so close that it instantly evoked Fu Qian's reflections on fate.

Back in the Ash Sea, when she agreed to treat Rachel's friend Mina Li, because Li was in such poor condition, she ultimately chose to keep only one of her heads and attach it to Rachel's shoulder.

Not long after, another scene with a similar feel appeared.

Of course, strictly speaking, there are still differences; compared to Catherine, she is more independent.

"It's really disgusting. They don't understand that in a place like this, whether the food tastes good or not is always the most important thing."

Feeling the fluid rapidly transforming into flesh and blood from his head downwards, Fu Qian nodded, agreeing with Catherine's statement.

When I first dined here, I witnessed firsthand the harassment that led to the person losing control, which was related to this incident.

The main reason for the pre-payment dissatisfaction was that the food was repeatedly ruined while we were enjoying our meal, which showed a complete lack of respect for the chef's work.

"...I have never seen you before."

Catherine seemed somewhat surprised that even that feeling was agreed upon.

However, it was still noticeable that the confusion in her eyes was quickly dissipating. So when she spoke again, she didn't dwell on complaining about the customer, but instead addressed the current situation, while staring intently at Fu Qian's mask without any attempt to hide it.

It was obvious that Catherine was trying her best to recall, to the point that her newly grown facial features were almost grotesque.

"Yes, you haven't seen me, but I have seen you."

Faced with this performance, Fu Qian nodded again, still frighteningly honest.

"So...you were saving me just now?"

Catherine's voice has fully recovered, and even when she's speaking in a low voice, it still exudes the charm of a mature woman.

"why?"

Without waiting for a reply, she seemed to have already concluded this statement based on some vague memories.

Furthermore, it was clear that she did not believe it was merely out of goodwill.

"Because you are delicious."

As a result, her suspicions were instantly confirmed amidst her growing vigilance.

Fu Qian made no attempt to embellish his own motives, and immediately let out a series of laughs that sounded like those of a mastermind, even using words that were appropriate for the current situation.

……

It was delicious?
Unfortunately, even in a restaurant setting, it's hard to simply interpret such remarks to a glamorous woman as mere cravings.

At that moment, Catherine's rapidly recovering body almost couldn't help but tremble.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he had lost too much blood and his body had not fully recovered. The next moment, he stopped there and did not try to struggle out or create distance—or so it seemed.

Fu Qian stated that the real reason behind this series of reactions is simply easy to understand.

Just now, when it was barely clinging to life, it was still able to climb onto me. Even if its condition is worse now, it shouldn't be so weak that it doesn't have this much strength left.

Catherine was simply too afraid.

The claim that he saved her because she was "delicious" might sound a bit horrifying at first.

But once you regain a little more rationality, you'll realize that this is actually a good thing.

To her, this mysterious man was someone who could easily drive away a lord... If she didn't covet the "delicious food" and wasn't acting out of kindness, then her fate would be truly unpredictable.

On a rational level, Catherine should actually be hoping that her soft body, pressed tightly against the other person's, will receive even more appreciation.

"No rush, take it out little by little."

Unfortunately, it seems that the reflexive actions in front of him have already generated some negative impressions.

The voice behind the mask was emotionless, but its meaning was clear, indicating that she should end this parasitic state.

"The clothes are already a bit torn; if they're torn any more, it will ruin my image."

The reasons given were so perfunctory that they were difficult to evaluate.

At that moment, Catherine even lowered her head.

The other person was certainly right, but compared to them, she didn't even have any clothes to speak of.

The only thing obscuring that slender body was the thin layer of night.

However, it's hard to imagine how effective such concealment would be for the situation before us.

Um--

With a suppressed groan, Catherine used her already formed arm to pull herself out of the tear in her clothes, just as instructed, without causing any damage.