Emily's hand rested on Adam's heart. Adam waited, convinced a bright light would appear, a sign of her memories returning.
Emily waited too, confusion etched on her face as nothing happened. Adam was equally flabbergasted, no light, no warmth, no sign. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken expectations.
Emily, seeing Adam's gaze fixed on her, felt a sudden chill, a primal shriek echoing in her mind as if his eyes were violating her. With a swift, desperate motion, she swung her sword at him. Adam reacted instantly, teleporting away.
"You sick pervert!" Emily shrieked, her voice laced with disgust. "Did you enjoy your short moment of perversion?! Did you get turned on by my hands touching you? You're a freak, a sick pervert! I shouldn't have trusted your words!"
Adam was too stunned to speak. The love of his life, his only chance at redemption, now saw him as a pervert. His heart sank; if this continued, he'd never even get close enough to explain.
Convinced Adam wanted to violate her, Emily moved with lethal intent, aiming to slice off his head. "Die, you sick pervert!" she screamed.
Adam had no choice but to summon his barrier. The sword's impact was absorbed, the force recoiling back and pushing Emily away. Relentless, she unleashed a barrage of attacks, enhancing her sword skills with magic, trying to penetrate the barrier, but to no avail. Adam then used mana void to disperse her mana, weakening her. He swiftly disarmed her, hoping to finally speak.
Disarmed and weakened, Emily fell to the ground, disbelief and fear washing over her. She squirmed, utterly convinced she was about to be violated. "Fine, I surrender," she stated boldly, her face flushed with shame and self-disgust. "Do what you want with my body, you pervert." She imagined the humiliating ordeal, helpless before him.
Adam, hearing her words and seeing her abject surrender, lost his train of thought. He sighed, towering over her. "Are you done with your perverted imagination?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation.
"Isn't that what you want?" Emily retorted, still defiant despite her fear. "You sick freak, don't embarrass me even more. Just do what you want with my body."
Adam flicked her forehead. "You're the perverted one here. Please, don't embarrass yourself even more and take a seat beside me. I just wanted to talk. Seriously, please listen. That's all I want."
Emily, shocked by the sudden shift in atmosphere, instinctively straightened, brushing dirt off her armor. She sat beside Adam, understanding she stood no chance against him.
With both knees on the ground, expecting the worst, she became submissive. "I am willing to be your servant if you spare my life," she offered, her voice small. "I'm willing to give you pleasure every day if you want, as a servant. As long as I get to live."
Frustrated by the fear he had inadvertently caused, Adam gently explained that he hadn't come to kidnap or force her into anything. "Even if you don't believe me," he began, "in our past life, we had a connection. We were childhood friends."
Emily's eyes widened. She remembered a faint feeling, something familiar from when she first glimpsed Adam. Her heart wavered as she listened.
"It's true," Adam continued. "I came all the way to this kingdom just to meet you again, and not for any perverted thoughts. You were someone precious in my past life. About touching my heart... something was supposed to happen to make you recall your past memories, but it didn't work out. I apologize if my presence caused you any physical or mental harm. I never meant to scare you in any way."
Emily felt the sincerity of his apology. Her initial thoughts of him being a pervert now seemed like a profound misunderstanding. Yet, it was the first time any man had ever looked at her and treated her in a way that made her feel... different, as a woman. It was a sensation she'd never experienced, and she didn't know how to react.
Emily is now starting to question her initial judgment of Adam, and a seed of curiosity about their past has been planted.