Chafne knew that although the loss she had suffered this time was great, there was no way to hold anyone accountable.
After all, ultimately, she had only herself to blame.
For that reason, although it was the biggest loss Chafne had ever suffered, she did not blame Shane.
However, Chafne still felt very unwilling to accept it.
Shane was clueless, but wasn't Chafne herself crying without tears?
The storm came too suddenly and too swiftly; even she herself would occasionally be dazed these days, hardly believing that she, who had once completely charmed everyone in Omni Potanssen, men and women alike, and who had scorned even kings and various heroic figures, had just been bitten by a little guy she had known for only a few days.
What was even more fatal was that this person was the fiancé of her most beloved younger sister.
Chafne really wanted to cry but couldn't, she wanted to rage but couldn't, and she wanted to resign herself to fate but was unwilling. In the end, she could only feel troubled day by day, still unable to figure out why all this had happened.
This evening, seeing Shane appear in her room, Chafne felt surprised but also entertained the idea of venting.
He already knew everything, so couldn't she, as the actual victim, even throw a fit?
Shane really didn't give her that chance.
You say you suffered a great loss, but does that mean I really got a great advantage?
Then, do you dare let me recover my memory and remember everything that happened between us?
Then you tell me, I can't even remember anything, and I have to strengthen my body every day because of back pain, yet you want to throw an established fact at me, expecting me to explain myself—that's not how you set someone up.
Perhaps, if it were someone else who knew they had gained such a great advantage, they would certainly be overjoyed, but Shane had never intended to have anything happen with this Enchanting Demon, nor was he someone easily fooled. Sometimes he was even staggeringly straightforward, never giving face just because someone was attractive. Thus, any reasonable person would have nothing to say.
Of course, it's normal for women to be unreasonable.
Shane was also gambling that Chafne was not blinded by hatred towards him, hell-bent on revenge.
In that case, she might still be reasonable.
"Fine, I'll just consider myself unlucky," Chafne sighed, pointing at Shane, said, "Can you leave now?"
Clearly, Chafne chose not to pursue the matter.
Regarding this issue, Chafne felt very complicated, but indeed harbored no hatred.
Mainly because Shane was no ordinary man; he had already scored ninety-five in her heart, second only to Ai Yi, and was also Ai Yi's fiancé, a person of interest to her, and a mysterious hero whose potential far surpassed Mitra. All these factors increased Chafne's tolerance.
If it had been someone Chafne was not at all interested in, she would have already crushed that person into nothing by now; why bother reasoning at all?
Not to mention, Shane had a big secret related to her own mother, and no matter what, he was not someone to be trifled with.
Various reasons ultimately led to Chafne feeling too conflicted to harbor any hatred, and she had no choice but to accept the situation.
But at this moment, Shane was the one who resisted.
"At least tell me what the situation is," Shane stared at Chafne, said, "What exactly is it for, that things have developed to this point?"
Hearing Shane's words, Chafne pursed her lips.
In the end, she reluctantly began to explain.
Thus, Chafne told Shane the whole story.
Like how she had unintentionally heard his conversation with Gray, then got playful, which led her to enter Shane's dream, but due to an accident, her power was restricted, resulting in the subsequent series of events.
However, Chafne did not tell Shane about the Red Jade.
It was a major issue, significant enough that, without discussing it with Sera first, Chafne dared not leak any information to avoid provoking a counterattack from both the Divine Race and the Human Race.
That was a far more serious situation than the reappearance of a hero.
The reappearance of a hero might only potentially disrupt peace, leading to the Three Clans going to war.
But if this matter were exposed, even the Supreme God might be drawn out.
Considering this, Chafne dared not mention the existence of the Red Jade; she only mentioned it was an accident, but did not specify what the accident was.
Even when Chafne entered the Dream the next time, she used the excuse of wanting to investigate and clarify the cause of the accident, but ended up messing things up again.
Regarding last night's incident in reality, where she was Triple Killed, Chafne still concealed the factor of the Red Jade, only saying she had tried to use her Unique Skill "Connection" to understand the truth with Shane, but failed again.
After hearing all of this, Shane himself found it absurd.
"You did so many things to me without my knowing?"
Shane's mindset was slightly collapsing.
Chafne felt a bit embarrassed.
"I was just trying to figure out what was going on..."
Who knew it would go so terribly wrong, and then wrong again and again?
Chafne herself was also collapsing.
Shane rubbed his temples.
He no longer knew how to express his current feelings.
If he had to describe it in one word, that word could only be "trapped".
If possible, Shane even wanted to find someone to seek justice.
"I really didn't know anything, and just like that, I ended up involved with the least likely person in the world."
So, Shane still felt very unreal.
Seeing this, Chafne also fell silent for a long time.
After a while, Chafne spoke as if giving up.
"Forget it, continuing to deceive ourselves is pointless."
Saying this, Chafne stretched out a slender, beautiful finger and pressed it against Shane's forehead.
The next moment, with a glint of light shining at the center of his brows, Shane's blurred memories finally flooded into his mind.
Scenes surged through Shane's mind.
There was the scene in the floral sea of the dream where, despite Chafne's cry of alarm, he had forcibly ripped her clothes.
There were scenes of relentless torment, even though Chafne pleaded, he did not want to stop.
There was also the scene from last night, where he had pinned Chafne onto his bed in a half-dream, half-awake state.
One scene after another returned, causing Shane to finally feel his memory becoming clearer and more real.
When Shane opened his eyes again, he was already looking at Chafne with a face full of embarrassment.
Chafne did not look at Shane, pretending to be calm, but her cheeks were slightly flushed, proving that her emotions were not so serene.
"Now you believe what I said, right?"
Chafne's tone once again became resentful.
"I believe you." Shane could only touch his nose, finally saying sullenly, "But it's not entirely my fault, right?"
"I know." Chafne said softly, "If I really wanted to blame you, do you think you'd still be in one piece?"
Shane immediately shivered.
The implication was that he was close to losing a limb or two, despite being undying?
Damn, true to her demon nature, so fierce.
"Then... then tell me, why whenever you enter my dreams, or when you want to do something to me, there's this mysterious restraining power?"
Shane hurriedly changed the subject.
"I don't know." Chafne fell silent for a while, then said calmly, "Do you have any clue yourself?"
"A clue..." Shane frowned.
"Exactly." Chafne then looked at Shane seriously, "Like, have you felt that you encountered something special that resulted in something extra inside your body?"
"This..." Shane was puzzled.
Had he encountered something special that resulted in something extra inside his body?
Such experiences were indeed not outright deniable.
After coming to this world, he had encountered many situations he could not explain, among them were many quite special experiences.
Thus, Shane was conflicted.
Chafne seemed to notice this.
"Alright, if you can't figure it out, let's not dwell on it." Chafne said casually, "Anyway, you, as a hero, are mysterious enough. Having one or two more mysterious incidents isn't strange."
It's just unknown, what these incidents would ultimately implicate.
Shane was also aware of his own situation.
"I know I have many mysteries about me, some of which I am still trying to solve," Shane sighed, "If you don't trust this demon race nemesis of yours, then you might as well wait. I will eventually uncover all the secrets."
Watching Shane , Chafne's eyes flickered.
Then, she almost subconsciously said,
"I never said I didn't trust you, I am already your person."
As soon as these words were uttered, the room fell suddenly silent.
Shane had not expected Chafne to say such a thing, and was taken aback.
Chafne also realized what she had said, and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
That head down, face flaming with embarrassment made Shane's heart beat wildly.
Shane couldn't help but swallow, then as if possessed, he said,
"Well, I wasn't aware before..."
Chafne knew exactly what that meant.
"What... what are you trying to do?" Chafne picked up a pillow, instinctively moving backward, saying, "You've tormented me three times already, I can't take anymore!"
Her face full of terror did not deter Shane's wicked thoughts but instead inflamed them.
"This time I'm aware, I will definitely be moderate."
Shane went all out, directly approaching Chafne.
One advanced, the other retreated, very much like the scene when Chafne had earlier brought Shane into the room.
Only, the roles of the two were completely reversed.
Before, it was Chafne teasing Shane deliberately, arousing him so much, yet he dared not touch her.
Now, since certain facts had already been established, Shane naturally could no longer restrain himself.
The various frustrations accumulated over time led to Shane losing control that night.
Thus, the wolf pounced again, causing the little lamb to cry out once more, soon to be subdued.
In the end, that night, Shane and Chafne still did not get a proper rest.