Today marked the second day since I regressed to my fifteen-year-old self. As strange as it seemed, the power and memories from my future self were still intact. I could still recall every battle, every betrayal, every scar etched into my soul.
I woke up to find Amber still clinging to my arm between her soft breasts, her breath slow and steady as she slept beside me.
The same aggressive woman who was seven years older than me, the one who used to look at me as nothing more than an object, a tool, was now lying quietly by my side, her expression soft. She wore a warm smile on her face, peaceful and almost… innocent.
Seeing her like this made my heart soften But I couldn't let my guard down. Even if she acted gentle, I needed to make sure that she remained obedient and listen to my command.
I forgot to ask her last night about the time we were in the forest; I did cum in her pussy. I don't want her to get pregnant at the moment as I haven't accomplished anything yet, especially my revenge.
I turned to her and woke her up by flinching my finger on her forehead.
"Oi, wake up !"
I said aggressively while frowning my brow.
"…Yes …"
She was timid and nervous when she opens her eyes.
"Back in the forest, I did cum in you, do you think you will get pregnant ??"
I asked her with my deadly stare.
Then, to my surprise, her eyes began to fill with tears.
"…I'm sorry…!"
She apologized, her voice trembling as the first tears rolled down her cheeks.
I froze, confused.
Why was she crying?
"I don't think… I was able to get pregnant," she said between sobs. "It's been almost two weeks since I had my period…"
Her words stunned me. What was she saying?
I didn't make any sense and what with her period. My mind struggled to catch up with the weight of her words.
Slowly, I reached out and gently held her shoulders.
"…What do you mean?" I asked softly. "Are you going to be pregnant or not?"
I softened my expression, leaning in slightly to hear her answer.
"I won't…" she whispered, "I'm sorry…"
She lowered her head, as if she'd done something terribly wrong.
For a moment, I just stared at her.
Then, a wave of relief washed over me. She wouldn't get pregnant.
Then I reached out and gently patted her head, my fingers threading softly through her hair.
I told her to stop crying before getting out of bed. Before I left the room, I reminded her once again to protect everyone in the church. I also told her to continue training with her sword too.
And she didn't need to worry about the arranged marriage with the duke—I would handle it soon. Upon hearing all of that, she smiled at me and gave me a gentle kiss before I left the room.
I didn't greet Sister Sofia or the kids after that as I already left the church and was on my way to Westfield, the territory ruled by Duke Gyffard.
Using my dark power, I conjured a new set of clothes: a black robe and a mask to conceal my identity, similar to what I used to wear back when I was in the demon realm.
With this disguise, I could use my full power freely without worrying about being recognized. And if anyone did see me… I'd simply create a false persona to cover my tracks.
For now, the safety of everyone back at the church was in Amber's hands. My priority right now was to make sure that Amber was released from this arranged marriage.
Westfield was a territory located in the southern region of the Ceassenton Kingdom. This kingdom was overflowing with corruption and injustice. The nobles could do whatever they pleased, unchecked and untouchable. Poverty plagued the streets, and slavery was legal. A land where power ruled, and justice was nothing more than a forgotten word.
Thinking about it all reminded me of the royal family—specifically, the crown princess, Rosebella Ceassenton. I would eventually meet her during my journey with Isaac, the chosen Hero.
That bitch fell madly in love with Isaac the moment they met, with just a small talk from Issac mouths, Rosebella fell down to his knee. Moreover, that rotten king, her father even arranged them a marriage after Issac defeat of the Demon King.
The worst part? She kept sending Isaac enormous sums of money during our journey, money he'd blow on brothels, alcohol, and all sorts of filth. Not a single coin was saved.
To be honest, when I travelled with the hero party, I never received a single copper from them, Alice was also starting to cling to Issac and left me alone all the time. Back then, I was weak—mentally shattered. I clung to Alice like a lost dog, terrified that she'd abandon me. And whenever I think about that version of myself, I wanted to kill myself.
But there was one person in the royal family who was kind to me, the second princess, Clarice Ceassenton, the older sister of Crown Princess.
Clarice appeared normal, even humble in the way she dressed and carried herself. We only spoke once but I remembered her warmth, gentle and sincere, much like Sister Sofia. She had long, flowing blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and delicate, attractive features that made her stand out even she was in a normal dress. However, I could see that her heart was hollow and filled with pain—she had been through something terrible, something that couldn't be healed.
After that, I never saw her again. Not until much later when I was betrayed by my party and became one of the demon king's generals.
I found her in one of the duke's strongholds, located near the border of the Demon Realm. It was during the early days of my invasion into human lands, following the Demon King's command.
I still remember the rage that surged through me when I saw her, skinny, pale, her once bright smile faded into silence. Her arms and legs were shackled, rusted chains digging into her skin. She had been left to rot in that cell. In the end, humans and demons were no different.
As I neared Westfield, I sprinted through the forest at full speed, the morning air rushing past me as I unleashed my power without restraint. But halfway there, I caught something, a familiar scent.
I stopped for only a second before dashing toward the source. What I found stunned me, two royal carriages, marked with the crest of the Ceassenton royal family, sat in a small clearing. Ten knights on horseback surrounded them, forming a protective ring. They were being surrounded, Encircling the carriages and knights were bandits, not just any bandits. They were the Lion Crawl, the most dangerous bandit group I had ever encountered in the future.
Luckily, this worked in my favour, it would make it easier to find the spy who stole the seal from Amber's father. That man was part of this group. I knew that because I had fought them and learn about it in the future.
As I observed the situation from the shadows, the door of one of the carriages slowly opened.
A young girl stepped out gracefully. She wore a flowing, violet gown that shimmered softly in the morning light. Her clear blue eyes scanned the surrounding, calm despite the chaos.
My mind went blank the moment I saw her, and then a wave of warmth and strange relief washed over me as I recognized her face.
"Princess Clarice " I whispered.