According to Louis's observation, Sylus had indeed gone seeking death, but on the way, he suddenly came to a realization.

Ah, his body was his true capital for the future. So it turned out that the bright moonlight in his heart had never been more important than himself—he was the one who mattered most.

Sylus always lamented about his grand love and how he was willing to do anything to meet his beloved, but he wasn't the type to sacrifice for anyone. Very few people were.

He did whatever he pleased. Athena wanted to restrain Sylus but never gave him what he wanted; perhaps that was the very reason why, in the end, the Aurellan family still fell into Sylus's hands.

Louis's eyes flickered, and suddenly he stepped on a dry branch beneath his foot.

"Who's there?!"

Sylus's voice turned cold as he quickly strode forward. The thought that someone might have overheard his confession plummeted his mood to the lowest depths!

He walked toward the sound, only to see Athena's little plaything sitting on the ground, legs curled up, arms wrapped around his knees, head lowered.

Hearing footsteps approach, the plaything suddenly lifted his gaze—just in time to meet Sylus's icy eyes.

Sylus saw that the plaything was actually crying. His brows furrowed; the corners of his eyes drooped, reddened with sorrow, tears sliding silently down his cheeks.

When he saw Sylus, the plaything parted his lips, and uncontrollable sobs spilled out.

Sylus's mouth twitched. He really couldn't understand why this supposed grown man kept crying like that? He seemed to have forgotten that he had wiped away tears under the moonlight just earlier.

"You… what was your name again… ah, Louis. Why are you crying here?" Sylus asked, suddenly seeming to realize something and burst out laughing gleefully: "It must be that Athena rejected you, right? Well, of course. Even pursuing someone as perfect as me couldn't move her heart, so how could she ever like a guy like you?"

At that moment, Louis abruptly stood up, his sorrowful gaze fixed on Sylus. That look felt to Sylus as though he had just shattered Louis's heart into pieces.

The corner of his eye twitched, and he instinctively said, "Alright, you're not that bad yourself, but you can't be as perfect as me. Someone once said that an existence as perfect as mine can only ever be unique, so you don't need to feel so inferior."

Sylus didn't remember who had said that; he only knew those words satisfied him.

"Sylus, do you really not remember me?" Louis suddenly spoke. He had wiped the tears from his face, yet his eyes were still red, the sorrow within them impossible to conceal. "Do you know how long I've been searching for you? I thought… You didn't want to fulfill your promise that you had abandoned me…"

Hearing this, Sylus got goosebumps all over. He frowned at Louis, suspiciously asking, "What do you mean by that? I've lost my memory."

But in truth, Sylus didn't feel like he had ever made any promise to Louis. If someone else had suddenly thrown accusations at him like this, Sylus would have immediately subjected them to harsh interrogation. But with Louis, for some reason, he found it challenging to raise a hand against him. He couldn't even explain why.

Could they have known each other before? Now that he thought about it, when he first met Louis, there had been something strangely familiar about him…

Of course—it was the promise to buy me ten houses, you bastard.

Louis secretly flipped Sylus the middle finger. Outwardly, he wiped his tears again and said softly:

"You said that after you completed this mission, you would come back and propose to me."

Sylus: "..."

Sylus frowned at Louis, not hesitating: "Impossible!"

Even with his memory lost, Sylus felt certain he must like girls—long hair, pure and bright. Louis might have a handsome face, but the gender was all wrong!

Seeing Sylus's firm denial, Louis's tears welled up again:

"You said you couldn't bear the oppression from the Aurellan family anymore and wanted to leave. You said you would settle things with them, and before leaving home, you hugged me and promised that when you returned, you'd buy me a new house, and we'd live a peaceful, happy life together until the end of our days!"

Sylus's mouth fell open, just about to retort, when Louis suddenly pointed at the ring on his ring finger:

"Do you know why the gemstone on your ring is blue? Because you said it was the same color as my eyes! You even gave me a matching ring, but I accidentally lost it when fleeing from the Aurellan family's pursuit!"

"I went through countless dangers, even sold myself to find my way here! Do you know how happy I was to see you safe? But you… You fell in love with another woman, when you clearly said that in this life and the next, you would only ever have me!"

Hearing Louis's accusations, Sylus looked into Louis's eyes, then down at his ring. For the first time, he wavered.

"But… I don't like men."

"No, you do!"

Louis declared with absolute certainty:

"Your memories have been altered. You were meant to believe that you loved Athena. But even so, you don't love her—you even feel like you love yourself more. And you're a man too, aren't you?"

Sylus: "..." It sounded absurd, yet strangely convincing.

Seeing Sylus's expression, Louis lunged forward and wrapped his arms around him.

Sylus frowned. He thought he would feel disgusted, but it only felt… a little strange.

Inside, Louis was laughing his head off. They had already slept in their underwear together; what was a little hugging? Bros grabbing each other's dicks was normal enough.

But for a guy like Sylus, who lived in constant delusions of romance, Louis was sure his words had struck a chord.

Alright, hurry up and sober the hell up, then deal with the Aurellan family, you damn mutt!

"Sylus, I'll do my best to help you recover your memories. Please trust me." Louis whispered gently.

Hearing this, Sylus unconsciously pressed his lips together, his hands at his sides clenching into fists.

The truth was, he already half believed Louis's words. After all, the love in Louis's eyes was definitely not fake—those were the same eyes he always used when gazing at his moonlight! Sylus thought to himself.

Right then, Louis suddenly let go of him and said softly:

"Athena will notice me. I have to go back. Sylus, be careful. I will definitely find a way to restore your memories. You must remember everything."

With that, Louis quickly ran off.

Sylus watched his retreating, his brows furrowing as a splitting pain burst in his head, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his brain fluid.

"Damn it!"

Sylus roared in fury, punching the tree beside him. The trunk shuddered violently, a clear handprint sinking into the bark.

He shook his head hard, his gaze falling on the ring on his ring finger. He only knew this ring was significant. But when he recalled Louis's eyes… damn it, they really did look the same!

Could it be… could it be that his beloved wasn't Athena, wasn't even a woman?

Did he really like men… no, did he really like Louis? Was he gay?

Louis, meanwhile, cheerfully made his way back to his room. He had half expected Sylus to beat him up after all that, but what could he do? Sylus ought to sympathize with him—Sylus's own uselessness got him caught by the Aurellan family. Louis had come all the way here to save him—what could be more beautiful than the friendship he had for him?!

.

"Oh, you're back already?"

Athena arched an eyebrow at the tall, broad figure in her room.

She was wearing only a nightdress at the time, thin straps over her shoulders, a relaxed V-cut dipping low, revealing the deep line of her full cleavage.

She walked to the bedside, looked at Sylus, and smiled teasingly:

"What's the matter? Did you miss me?"

Sylus lowered his gaze to Athena. Gray eyes, not the color Sylus liked.

At most… her hair was somewhat more appealing.

He didn't even know why he had suddenly shown up here. After a moment, he abruptly asked:

"Have we ever slept together before?"

As long as Athena answered—just as long as Athena…

"Of course not." Athena sneered. Sylus, you're not worthy of me.

The only thing worthy of her was that highest position—Zone 1…

Sylus: "..." I really am gay.

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