Section 2 Amnesia

He opened his eyes.

The surrounding scenery was hazy, and it took a few seconds before he could see clearly that the ceiling was the one that caught his eye. It was the ceiling of an ordinary mansion with simple patterns on it.

Here is...where?

This thought suddenly jumped into his mind. This was an instinctive reaction - any person who saw a strange scene when he opened his eyes, would have this instinctive doubt.

"He woke up?" He heard a voice sounding in his ears. He turned his head and wanted to see who the speaker was. However, this simple action caused severe pain, which made him moan involuntarily.

"Are you awake?" With this voice, he saw a figure appearing in his sight. It was a girl who looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a light blue silver hair. Her hair was braided and drooped to her waist.

"Where is this? And... who am I?" He asked in an inaudible voice with his lips twitching.

"This is my family... who are you? Have you forgotten who you are?" the girl asked in confusion.

"Who am I..." He repeated it once in a mosquito-like voice. This question exhausted his last strength and made him faint again.

The girl walked out of the room. Outside, Aunt Mary and her sister were waiting there.

"He woke up?" said Aunt Mary. "Very good, he wasn't dead, and finally didn't waste our time."

"Well...but..." said the girl with a strange face. "It seems like he has lost his memory."

"Losing memory?" Aunt Mary repeated the word. Losing memory is not an outrageous thing. Although a person may not have the chance to see such a case in his life, at least many books (especially medical books) record this phenomenon. There are many causes of amnesia, the most well-known of which is a slap on the head. But besides slap, there are many other reasons. In short, although amnesia is rare, it is not an outrageous thing in the concept of ordinary people. "Are you sure?"

"I believe yes. Because he just asked me who he was."

Aunt Mary nodded and suddenly burst into laughter. "You two are lucky. Come and find a doctor to check his health immediately. Since he has lost his memory, he is of great value. He is your fiancé."

"Auntie..." The twins questioned in unison in surprise, because they had no idea what the aunt meant. "Fiancé? What were you talking about?"

Aunt Mary came to the exit of the room, looked out to make sure there was no one eavesdropping, and closed the door.

"Well, you said that this man named Ashu Rufate is a mercenary... a shameless gangster, and a black magician, right?"

The twins looked at each other and nodded affirmatively. "Although we have never seen him use it, we are sure he has learned black magic."

"Very good, very good... a mercenary... has no place to live, has an unknown background, and has happened to lose his memory..." Suddenly, my aunt changed the subject and asked in a stern tone, staring at the two nieces in front of her. "...Do you know how old you are?!"

"We... have already..." This question was very sudden, leaving the twins completely without time to react.

"You are almost thirty years old!" Aunt Mary said sternly. "Although some people look young... but that's limited. This reason won't work forever! Women of your age are all preparing to be grandmas or grandmas! I remember the girl from the Lalvin family, the one who played with you when she was a child... Her daughter is already engaged this year. Well, she got married at the age of fifteen, and she will probably be grandmas in two or three years."

"But we..."

"You can never get married? Not marrying for life will inevitably cause unnecessary suspicion. But if you really find a man, how can you hide your unnatural youth? Makeup and dressing can make people look young or old, it's nothing, and even if there is doubt, outsiders can't say it. But the people around you are different. Then again, many people learn black magic just for this! But if you can," she sighed. "I don't want to see you tied up to a stolen rack one day. I know your secrets and believe you have never done anything that hurts the gods... But others will not believe it. The church will never let the black magician go... In fact, your unmarried has caused some rumors and other troubles. Now you need a man around you, and the Ash Rufate picked up on this road is a gift from heaven..."

"From now on," Aunt Mary pointed her hand at the inner room. "This Ashu Rufate is your fiancé."

The tone and movements of her speech made no one misunderstand what she meant.

"But...what should I do if others don't believe it?"

"Who wouldn't believe it? I'm the proof! This Ashu Rufate..." Aunt Mary lowered her head and pondered while walking around in a little bit. "Born from a down-and-out knight family of Ryan... Because it's very far away, in addition, there was a civil war in the past few years, and it was in chaos. Even if someone checked his identity, there was no evidence... He and his father - this father is called Thomas, and people with this name are everywhere on the streets - became mercenaries due to the decline of their family. But, in an accident, in an accident

, They saved your poor father's life. Because of gratitude, your father promised to marry one of you to him on the condition that he had to give up his previous identity, surname, seal, and marry into your family. Of course, I happened to be present and was a witness to this matter. Very well, that's it. This knight of Ashurufat was unknown in the past few years, and his life and death were unknown, so you remain single... Now we meet him. Well, very well, so the whole thing will be coherent and impeccable!"

(Author’s note: Nothing is a story. Oh, Auntie, where is your integrity?)

"By the way, you two should pay attention to one thing." Aunt Mary turned her head and looked at her two nieces. "You should understand that he is a mercenary." She emphasized. "And mercenaries are all gangs of hooligans without a sense of honor! I believe you all remember that he saved you at the time, but he asked you to pay the price of chastity. Although I admit that this is a cost-effective deal for you, it proves that he is not a gentleman. Although he has lost his memory - no one guarantees when he will recover his memory!"

She paused for a moment, as if thinking about something. "You two must remember clearly that he is a 'fiance' and can only be a 'fiance'."

The two sisters looked at each other in confusion and did not understand what their aunt meant.

"What you need is just a cover, not a person like him. You must understand this. As long as you have a 'fiance', it's fine. Whether he stays by your side or goes out for a long time, it doesn't matter at all. Those are things that can be explained! Understand?!"

...

He woke up again, feeling the pain of tearing all over his body. There seemed to be a small drill bit drilling hard for each piece of muscle, reminding him not to move rashly.

What you see is still what you saw when you woke up last time. It was a ceiling, and you can often see such ceilings when you stay overnight in an ordinary hotel.

He blinked his eyes, and rationally slowly returned to his mind, making him realize that he was lying on a bed at the moment.

Where is this? Who am I? He immediately thought of this question. What am I doing here? He tried hard to search for useful information in his memory, but found that his memory was blank. He seemed to have thought of something, but when he reached out to the lost memory, he found that it was just a phantom.

"You're awake, Mr. Ashu Rufate?" A voice attracted his attention. He turned his head and looked at the person who was talking. Although this simple action brought greater pain, he finally did not faint again like the last time.

Sitting beside the bed was a middle-aged woman in her forties, with a fat body and a full face. From her clothes, expression, appearance, etc., it is easy to see that she is a maid.

He nodded. Ashu Rufate? Is this his name? He tried to think about it again, trying to take this name as an opportunity to remember something in the past, but it was useless and everything was futile.

"Come on, have some water." The maid fed him a sip of water with a spoon. "You have been unconscious for three days and must be thirsty."

Thirsty? But he didn't feel thirsty at all. But this might be due to the influence of pain. He drank the water silently.

Ashu Rufate? He repeated this name in his mind. He couldn't tell whether this name was familiar or not, but judging from the maid's natural way of speaking, this "Ahu Rufate" should be his name.

But he could not remember it at all.

"The doctor said you might have fallen down from the mountain, so your body was damaged by the impact," the maid continued. "You have to rest during this time."

"My name is Ashu Rufate?" he asked. "Where is this? Do I... know you?" Fortunately, he found that his mouth was moving relatively smoothly, and even if he spoke, it did not cause any greater pain.

"Don't you remember?" Another voice rang. He tried to look to the side, and he saw the girl he saw before the last time he fell into a coma.

"Remember? Remember what?" The confusion in his heart created a strong quest for answers, which made him even overcome the severe pain in his body and raised his head a little.

"Where is this? Who am I? Who are you...?"

"This is North County, or, in other words, the outskirts of North County, my manor-my home. As for you, your name is Ashu Rufate, and I am my fiancé."
Chapter completed!