After all, he had seen it all, everything from the beginning to the end.

It had taken him quite a while to get here, and frankly, he had barely made it in time.

But now, standing here, faced with her confusion, and the reactions she showed, they were strange, Liam found his thoughts tangled.

"Mimi?" He called out again, careful this time.

There was a bitter twist inside his chest.

Just moments ago, he’d questioned himself, why had he acted so rashly?

Why did he let her witness such a brutal side of him so suddenly?

But it was too sudden for her to wake up. Many things he planned weren't in place, yet.

Forcing a smile onto his face, he took a cautious step forward, voice soft and reaching, “Mimi… I—”

“W-who are you!!” she cried out before he could finish. Her voice trembled.

Her gaze darted around the unfamiliar space in panic, her arms trembling as she pushed herself backward across the floor.

“W-where am I! P-please let me go from this place… I don’t want to be here!”

Her words came out in a flood, desperate and scattered.

Her whole body was pressed low to the floor, trying to put distance between them as Liam moved closer.

She recoiled as though even the sight of him was a threat.

The sight of her fear made Liam stop abruptly.

His hand, which had been halfway raised to reach for her, slowly dropped.

His expression faltered. He remained there, silent for a second, staring at her with a quietly disturbed look.

In that stillness, something flickered across his eyes, dark and sharp, but it vanished just as quickly, smoothed over by a long, steady breath.

He closed his eyes briefly, calming himself, before taking another step forward.

This time, he didn’t let her crawl away. With a wave of his finger, he locked her body in place.

'Huh, surprisingly weak?' He noticed this.

Her limbs tensed against the unseen grip.

Though she couldn’t run, that didn’t stop her from crying out again, her voice rising in desperation.

“Please, don’t hurt me! Don’t kill me!” she shouted, eyes wide, breaths sharp and uneven.

Her panic felt raw, unfiltered.

Each word twisted something inside Liam.

His brows furrowed as he inwardly asked his system for answers.

What was going on?

Why was she reacting like this? But even the system, normally so precise, couldn’t give him a definite answer.

[Potentially resulted from the final wave, her memories were currently in shambles. Her physical strength is extremely weak, her body fragile, and this system concluded this to be a memory loss]

There were no signs of deceit.

If she was pretending, it was flawless.

But the system doubted that.

It concluded that something had likely occurred during the final wave.

Something that had pushed her into a deep slumber and stripped away her memories.

It took him time, slow, exhausting effort, to settle her down.

He didn’t rush.

He kept his voice low and his movements gentle as he explained everything to her.

About what had happened. About her memory. About who she was.

When he finally crouched beside her, her panic had softened into confusion.

Slowly, he reached a hand toward her, fingers brushing gently over the top of her head in a calming stroke.

“See… You don’t remember anything, do you?” he said softly.

His voice wasn’t demanding.

It was quiet, almost coaxing, as if trying not to frighten a startled animal.

“I’m not a bad person, okay? I’m your husband… Liam.”

Her eyes lifted to his, hesitating, uncertain.

There was a flicker of something, unclear recognition, or perhaps the attempt to find trust in his gaze.

Her cheeks flushed slightly.

“I—I’m your wife?”

“Yes…” Liam nodded slowly.

“A-and I lost my memory?”

“You did.” His answer came gently. “Your name is Mize… Mimi.”

“Mize… Mimi…” she repeated under her breath, lips forming the syllables hesitantly.

There was a peculiar look on her face, half acceptance, half doubt.

She looked like someone hearing the ending to a dream they couldn’t quite recall.

Then, she attempted to rise.

Her legs shook slightly. Liam stepped forward quickly, arms steadying her before she lost her balance.

She tensed at first, unaccustomed to his touch.

The awkwardness was clear in her posture. Liam didn’t push; he simply held her, careful and patient, guiding her as if her comfort was the only thing that mattered.

Then, in an instant, the room around them dissolved, the walls and the floor vanishing like mist.

With a light snap, they reappeared in their bedroom.

Mize blinked fast, stunned. “T-that was magic?!”

She turned to him with wide eyes, her voice rising again in startled wonder.

“Y-you can do magic? Are you a magician?”

“I am,” Liam said with a soft chuckle.

His arm steadied her again as he led her to the bed, lowering her gently onto the edge.

He sat beside her, expression warm as he met her eyes. “And you… you are a goddess.”

“M-me?” she echoed. “A goddess?”

“Yes, a goddess. And also,” he smiled, a bit more openly this time, “my adorable wife.”

The words hit her like a wave.

Her face flushed again, visibly deeper this time, and she glanced down, fingers curling slightly in her lap.

"Am I really?"

Liam sighed when he saw her expression.

'With memories or not, she was still naive like always'

Over the next hour, Liam took his time to guide her through the basics of the world around them.

He didn’t overwhelm her.

He went slowly, letting her process one thing at a time, watching her expressions with care.

Every so often, he called Aizen and Elias in to check on her condition.

But both of them, despite their knowledge and strength, had no solutions to offer.

According to Elias, this was something far beyond ordinary healing, it was a disruption at the soul level.

And that… wasn’t something easily mended.

Liam hadn't expected much, his system had failed to identify the core issue, simply categorizing it as something currently beyond his ability to cure.

That alone had dulled any hopes he had of finding a quick fix.

Still, in the midst of the uncertainty, there was something he was quietly grateful for.

She was awake.

After all those long months, she had finally opened her eyes again.

And for the first time in a long while, a smile crept across his face. Not forced. Not polite. A genuine, deeply felt smile.

He didn’t rush things.

To gauge her reaction, he tested the waters gently, touching her occasionally, running his fingers through her hair, giving her cheeks a soft pinch here and there.

Every time, she simply let him. No signs of discomfort, no resistance or unease in her expression.

She accepted him, even leaned into his gestures, as though it was natural.

Now, the two of them were practically tangled together atop the bed.

Liam held her close, pressing her head against his chest. His hand moved in slow, steady circles on her back, a quiet rhythm of comfort.

“Are you not afraid of me anymore?” he asked, his voice low.

“Mhm… I-I don’t know why,” Mize replied, her voice soft and slightly breathy. “But I… I feel like I completely trust you. And I love you. I-I know I love you… My heart flutters whenever you're near.”

She rubbed her cheek against his chest as she spoke, a tiny movement full of unspoken affection.

Liam chuckled quietly at her response, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as he looked down at her.

"You lost your memories and yet you are still my adorable wife by nature, clinging to me like always."

Even stripped of her memories, she remained his.

Still drawn to him, still loving him for reasons she couldn’t explain.

That obsession hadn’t faded, it lingered quietly, without logic or restraint.

“My adorable Princess…” he whispered, tightening his hold around her just slightly, pulling her closer still.

Whatever was waiting beyond this moment could wait a little longer.

Her awakening hadn’t been made public.

No one knew yet, other than Aizen and Elias.

Only Liam knew.

And Liam had no intention of sharing it just yet. He had something different in mind for her, something he was certain she wouldn’t like.

But that could come later.

For now, they spent the day curled up together.

Liam, ever patient, used the time to explain everything to her, what had happened during her slumber, what he had faced, what changed.

He kept his tone light, his pace slow, giving her time to absorb it all.

Occasionally, she’d ask small questions.

Other times, she simply listened in silence, her hand resting over his chest, as if his heartbeat helped anchor her.

Eventually, her eyelids began to flutter, her breathing slowing.

Liam felt a tightness in his chest.

“Sleepy again?” he asked, brows faintly creased.

“I just want a small nap…” she murmured, shaking her head slightly, almost as if to reassure him that she wouldn’t disappear for months again. “Just… a little one…”

And then, she drifted off, still tucked in his embrace.

He didn’t let go. Not even a little. Throughout the night, he kept her in his arms, his grip gentle but firm.

His lips would occasionally brush her forehead, or linger against hers, stealing soft kisses without waking her.

His fingers ran slowly along her skin, memorizing her again, every contour, every breath.

It had been so long.

So painfully long.

And now that she was back, truly back, he wasn’t going to waste a second.

Her skills had failed.

Her natural charm wasn’t suppressed anymore, and anyone with a working pair of eyes could now feel the weight of her beauty.

Liam hated that.

Hated how vulnerable she had become without her usual protections.

It made him think of the two guards, how close they’d come to defiling her.

His expression darkened at the thought.

He hadn’t forgotten them.

Would never forget.

He extracted their souls, placed them in his dimension, and for them, a never ending hell awaited.

It was something that would drag on endlessly. Pain that didn’t fade. Suffering without reprieve. The kind of torment no one crawled out of.

For now, though, he held her. Because tonight, she was safe.

And she slept well.

Her points came flooding in, massive chunks of them, and she embraced it all, relishing the growth.

Yet even amidst that quiet satisfaction, there was a trace of guilt lingering in her thoughts.

She could sense it. Liam’s pain, his silent struggle, the toll those long months had taken on him.

He hadn’t needed to spell it out. Just the way he recounted everything told her all she needed to know.

And so, she made a quiet promise to herself.

She’d spoil him.

Whatever it was he wanted… whenever the time came for him to fully take her, she wouldn’t shy away.

She had made up her mind. He had waited, suffered, and stayed by her side without ever letting go.

If there was anything she could offer as the highest form of reward.

It would be herself.