Sometime later, after waking up once with short-term memory loss, without even expecting that it was all just a dream. Cuz, you know, it just never happened!!!

  Only to drop out again shortly afterward due to forced mind recovery. Then, opening my eyes to a spoon... Is this her weapon of choice, by the way?

  So, as I was saying, after opening my eyes directly to a spoon right next to my eyeball, ensuring that I literally couldn't pass out, I mean over, the inevitable. I Faced a spine-chilling smile that would’ve made anyone realize that torture and punishment were next door and the step after (death) likely if the right choice wasn’t made shortly.

  Well, at least I feel nothing, if not pretty good, actually. Aside from some aches and muscle fatigue, I was in good shape overall. My body was sticky, even slobbery in some places, but every injury had magically disappeared. Even the self-inflicted gaping wound on my stomach was taken care of without leaving any scars.

  I feel somewhat refreshed.

  How could I not be, it always feels good when you open your eyes to a stunning beauty lying down, right next to you, and the rest does not matter. Plus, her attire was hot even if she was the devil itself… Well, by now, I assume she was her sister... But even there! I still couldn’t control myself and got a boner, or was it a morning one?

  In any case, I had to think quickly about the next step. What move? Which act? What might save my life and my soul together…

  If the owner of this smile were to be displeased any further, there would be no second chance. Not that it didn’t suit me. It’s just that the afterlife was presumably not a safe option for the time being.

  “Are you awake?” Speaking of the devil… The girl, whose name was still unknown, spoke as if she was unsure of my state, feigning ignorance on purpose, probably to trick me into trying to deceive her and surfer her torture.

  The right response to my previous question and her probing full of hidden menaces was… Well, none… My soul was already in a bad state, and giving up my life wouldn't help its recovery, if not worsening the situation.

  So I decided to smile back at this frightening face, my mind had been through much worse, and it wouldn’t change much.

  A bright smile. Not an idiot one, no, this one could’ve very well served as proof of the obvious-- Ahem, I mean, bring her to misunderstand and reinforce her wrong belief.

  I couldn’t use a simulated or embarrassed one either. Don’t even mention a contemptuous smile; this one would’ve been an act of suicide. And delighted was too risky since it was difficult to foresee the aftermath.

  So I used the only remaining choice, the one I was the best at, the one that never let me down, even in the worst situations.

  A manly seductive smile, full of self-esteem and egocentrism… Uh...I mean captivating and sweet, of course! No girl in love could resist falling for it, or at least none had succeeded yet. She did say she loved me, so...? Pretty smart, right?

  jiiiiiiiii, heavy stare

  “… Weird, an unexpectedly overwhelming urge to peel off your lips suddenly came all of a sudden...it’s tickling me… But at the same time, you look kinda hot now, and I don’t think another healing session is a good idea for your body, so I’ll disregard that and let you off.”

  The spoon slowly moved away, like it was reluctant to do so, unwilling to part from my beautiful stare. Then it faded away like a regretful au revoir, as it was disappearing into her storage pouch. I could almost hear it whisper, ‘Never forget, even if we can’t see each other anymore, I’m still here, nearby.’

  No, really, couldn’t you throw it away instead? Better yet, give it back to its rightful owner!

  Her fearsome smile changed to a normal one, and I eventually got the chance to blink, relieved from any threat.

  She left the bed and got back on her feet while fluttering her clothes and settling them in the right place before stretching her arm. Hey, wasn’t I the one who just woke up? Why did she have to act like that?

  There were even traces of drool! Lazy girl caught in the act! Now I understand the slobbery part.

  “Phew! That was a close call, but at least I escaped the worst” “I****can’t******myself******must******ful…”

  “uh?” “huh?”

  “Did you say something?” Both of us had muttered something simultaneously. And while I had barely grasped her past sentence, Lily had seemingly caught very well my sigh of relief and unsuccessful attempt to keep my inner thoughts hidden. Her words formed a question, but her tone and face looked more like a threat, daring me to repeat myself.

  “No, nothing. I’m sorry, and this is not to repeat myself, but… What’s your name? Even better, what are your names?... No… never mind, yours will be enough for now.” Cutting short to this new emerging topic that seemed troublesome, I finally asked about what had remained unanswered for way too long and had been lingering on my mind since age.

  Besides, it was easier to forget when you were ignorant. After all I might as well not get cluttered in another pointless argument that would surely result in pain one way or another.

  “Ah! That’s right… I still haven't said it, apart from the first time. For once, it’s my fault. I was caught up in memories of the past, forgetting the essential.”

  Yup, that was definitely yours in the first place. But I had to suffer instead as if it was mine alone. In fact, I think you’re the main accountable, you’re responsible for everything here! You can’t harm someone like you did and wish for this person to accept this without flinching, successfully following the discussion as if nothing had happened!

  “Hello, I'm Lily Evergreen, nice to meet you… even if it’s a bit too late to worry about that now. It’s with great pleasure that I will become your partner from today onward. Although it’s not my name, everyone calls me Lily Nevergreen. Now that I think of it, my sister had the same problem; I wonder why…”

  I wonder that too… I wonder…

  She returned to her cute side and gestured in noble manners while presenting herself like a cute idol would’ve made. Happiness was painted all over her face.

  …

  After a good night’s sleep, well, it wasn’t really, and again, something just didn’t feel right… But Let’s leave it at that.

  Thus, after this somewhat refreshing rest and little fright upon waking up, which exhausted me mentally more than a sleepless week back in my day on the frontline, I finally could put a name on her person and chatted with her while staying in bed, trying to overcome my traumas.

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  Almost a week had already gone by, and our initial meeting (if we put aside the fact that I still had no memory of it) was seemingly 6 days ago.

  Following this moment that had been forcibly stolen from me, I lived the next day in absolute ignorance as if nothing had happened. A peaceful day that witnessed the second touching meeting between 2 soul mates and the beginning of a new cycle that led me to sleep straight up for four days and nights.

  … And yet, I’m pretty sure I woke up at some point multiple times but dived back instantly. Who knows why?

  Strangely, I think I heard odd sounds resembling voices during these periods. For the rest, I had a nightmare dream. Yes, I had both at the same time. Don’t believe me? Nevertheless, I’m sure of that, even if the content remains completely foggy and obscure to the point where trying to remember it gave me a headache.

  Anyway, after that was the time when I refused to face reality, followed by another short nightmare dream, and here we are.

  …

  Lily and I continued our little conversation until my stomach remembered that it hadn't had any substance in ages, which wasn't very long from my perspective. She then went to look for breakfast before we resumed our talk afterward, not without taking the time to eat in relative silence.

  After a while, I summed everything up to make things clear in my mind and made sure not to miss anything of importance to prevent her from suddenly having the urge to take out her anger on me... Or on the wall.

  “Okay, I understood for the most part.” That I'm even more screwed than I had imagined, that’s it!!!

  “You are Lily, a healer coming out of magic school by chance, right on time after my judgment.” Without giving her time to place a word or to validate my remarks, I continued my monologue, which was very similar to our previous discussion, with some additional information.

  “Because you fell under the spell since I saved you, you have been madly in love with me since then. And this even knowing very well about my bad points and dark side. You came across the guild’s request by pure luck and gladly accepted it eagerly, taking it as a sign of destiny.”

  “You decided to become my aid and help me repay my debt by becoming my exclusive healer and joined my party so I can take more dangerous missions with better pay while taking advantage of the fact that I'm forced to work with you anyway and can hardly ignore your advances doing so.”

  This girl has guts, and she truly wished to seduce me or at least stay by my side by every means.

  However, something was bothering me. What was an exclusive healer standing for? Would that mean she wouldn’t heal anyone but me, even if other people joined us?? Or she was for my personal use… No, let’s not take this path. It sounds dangerous. Perhaps she was telling me that she would be the sole approved healer for the group and that no others had the right to.

  None of these sounded good to me.

  “Additionally, you have a LOVELY sister who knows me well, but I don’t. You have deep-rooted connections to the guild, or you wouldn’t have known about the request beforehand. You got a tremendous amount of help to ensure our encounter. And you GET PAID for this?”

  “Mmmh, yes, that’s a pretty good summary. But don’t mind the guild part or the party stuff too much. I’m fine with being one of your wives, lovers, sex friends, or anything you want.

  Oh! Everything except your slave, not that it would bother me, but I already know of someone who has yet to claim that spot but will sooner or later, and I don’t want to meddle with her. She is a bit extreme, you see…”

  I’m not listening. I’m not listening at allll! ? La ? la ? lalala ? Lily confirmed everything I had said so far while adding fuel to an almost extinguished fire.

  I would’ve greatly appreciated it if she hadn’t mentioned that thing about knowing yet another psycho who was sufficiently affected to wish to be my slave. And it's a given that marriage was out of the question!

  “No thanks, the time’s not really appropriate. Who knows what people will say if I marry someone just after my trial.” I had to preserve a minimum of integrity, or at least try to.

  And as far as I didn’t think this girl named Lily would be that great of a deal to manage despite my previous comments, I was not in a position where I could risk attracting her sister’s envy nor worry about what a marriage would involve.

  “But you know, I was informed that if you came to marry someone, the debt could be shared on top of a possible sentence cut. Something about risk lessening caused by libido channeling and situation stabilization, or so they said? I didn’t follow the rest...

  Ah! And the bride would be given a victim status and receive all its benefits and money compensation without impacting the debt.”

  “How much!? I mean, for the sentence reduction part…” After her last comment, I almost yelled out of surprise and anticipation and straightened myself up abruptly.

  The proposal, if genuine, was truly good! I could already see myself with a harem composed of lovable and sexy wives… Full of psycho! THAT’S IT!

  “That... I don’t know the exact amount, around one percent...maybe? But I can look into it, do you want me to ask my friends at the guild? She should be able to contact the court or the person in charge.”

  No way!! Was it a proper offer? She wouldn’t dare to joke about the court and the guild, right? I hope so…

  “No thanks, where should I? You have the forms, don’t you?” Let's not wait any longer. I can afford a crazy wife or two. It’s not like I’m forced to be on good terms or have sex, and I can divorce her if something goes wrong anyway.

  What could it possibly cost me? It was not like they could split my negative fortune upon separation. And there was a non-zero probability they may do something bad that would turn to my advantage if I could prove it right.

  What I couldn’t afford was my life debt situation. 1% Off!! What a bargain! At that point, maybe I would need less than three lives to repay everything, given I found some more wives to marry of course…

  With my legendary charm, some maneuvering, and a few tricks, I guess I could scam some into it... It was worth the try. Still, I had to find remote areas where I remained unknown…

  But let's put that off for now. It was better not to rush things too quickly. Crazy bitch like these sisters couldn’t be found on any street corner, but I had to be careful and stay alert; one never knows.

  “Ah yes, don’t worry, I already prepared them, just in case, you know hehe. Here it is; you only need to impose your mark here.”

  fufufu

  Weird, I thought I heard something… But hey! That’s a very fine paper we have here. Custom made, with banknote watermarks-like symbols, special ink, and all. And they sure mentioned the terms for a reduced penalty. And Wow!! Even the guild, court, and all 3 major force’s seals are here!! That’s not something she could counterfeit.

  "And here, oh, and over here too." fufufu…<3

  Again! But I wasn’t completely sure; it could very well have been due to the aftermath of my convalescence. It was a highly plausible and comforting reason.

  With this level of detail and fine crafting, it would be other people's problem if this was a fake. They wouldn’t refute something like that at the risk of losing face on top of a national crisis to replace all official seals.

  “Oh, try not to forget this one too. We must hand over a duplicate to the guild. It would be stupid to forfeit the advantage if we were to lose the deed, and they usually need it to make everything official anyway.”

  Yes… she was right. The certificate could become a target for thieves by its look alone, making them believe it was an important document of high value or some kind of confidential information.

  fufufufu...perfectttt<3

  No, I’m sure of it now. There must be something–SHITT!!!

  Why would the guild require a duplicate… of a complete document with a carbon copy!!!

  Fuck fuck fuck, I’m fuck, I'm doomed, it's over, I did it again! A small mistake of nothing which has just signed my death warrant! Well, I signed it myself though...

  IM COMPLETELY FUCKED UP! RUN, BOY, RUN! YOU GOTTA RUN FAST, FAST AND BEFORE IS TOO LATE!

  That’s what my mind kept yelling at me, and I wanted to do. But after the last demonstration, it would've been too much… I really didn’t think my body could handle whatever the consequences would’ve been, and death remained out of the question… All I had left to do was to resign myself.

  I did say I could manage one OR two… But not of the sisters’ level… Calling her crazy was a euphemism. Those two witches were scheming together from the start; I should’ve known it! What an idiot I am. It was easily predictable! Ah!! If only I had paid attention to the clue…

  Thankfully I didn’t bite off more than I could chew and said 3 there. I don’t know who God would have planned for me in that case, but it probably wouldn't have been anyone better.

  Repent, repent because you have sinned!