It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 67
“I must have inconvenienced you, Your Grace.”
Mumbling in self-reproach over what I had just done, I looked up to find Lionel leaning in close, his gaze meeting mine.
“Do I seem inconvenienced to you?”
Hmm… If he was asking like that, then honestly, he had looked like he was enjoying himself immensely.
“If you permitted it, I could do that all day.”
“W-what are you saying…?”
“I told you, it’s like an illness. Even I don’t understand why I’m like this.”
His expression was too serious for a joke. As I stared at him, an idea suddenly popped into my mind.
“What if, in truth, you were a complete philanderer in the past? But only those memories were lost. And now your body remembers the habits from that time, which is why you’re so uncontrollable.”
For a moment, Lionel just stared at me, looking utterly dumbfounded.
What?
Wasn’t that a reasonable theory? I thought it was worth considering.
“But if that were the case, shouldn’t I be like this with other women as well?”
Running a hand down his face, he answered in a weary tone.
“Then maybe it’s because of my priestly robes? Perhaps you got so used to indulging in forbidden relationships that now, unless it’s someone you absolutely shouldn’t touch, your body refuses to react.”
His eyes widened in sheer horror, his lips parting in silent disbelief.
“You need to be open to all possibilities. That way, when you regain your memories, you’ll be able to fully accept them as your own.”
“No…!”
Lionel suddenly and vehemently denied it, his voice louder than expected. Startled, I looked at him.
Gripping my hands tightly, he insisted,
“I am not some degenerate who only reacts to priestly robes. Please, you must believe me on this. Do you think there were no priests or holy knights among the women who approached me?”
“Oh, were there?”
“Yes, there were.”
“Wow… So you were popular across all ages and professions.”
“Not men. Exclude them.”
He firmly corrected me.
“Noted. So, Your Grace has no interest in men.”
A strange silence followed. After a long pause, he let out another deep sigh and rubbed his face.
“Don’t you think it’s more likely that the memories I lost have something to do with you?”
“But I’d never met you before entering the monastery.”
“That’s… well…”
He started to say something, only to fall silent with a troubled expression.
Throwing his head back, he exhaled through his lips, muttering something that, judging by the shape of his mouth, was likely “Damn it.”
He looked like a man struggling to decide which was the lesser evil—admitting he was some pervert fixated on priests, or confessing another hidden secret.
Honestly, I had already started piecing things together about Lionel’s secrets.
The way he casually used phrases like “this life” or “next life” wasn’t something just anyone would say.
And if there was one major trope in the genre novels I devoured.
It was regression, possession, and reincarnation—aka, the holy trinity of fantasy fiction.
I’m sure he hadn’t meant to, but Lionel had dropped too many hints.
‘He doesn’t seem to be trying too hard to hide it. More like, he just assumes he would be branded a lunatic if he did say it.’
Just like how I never dared to reveal my past-life memories and reincarnation.
I figured Lionel’s hesitation wasn’t about trusting me or not—it was about whether revealing this truth would ruin the fragile bond we had begun to form.
He finally closed his eyes tight, as if coming to a decision. But just as he was about to speak—
Knock, knock.
“Your Grace, it’s Cale.”
Lionel’s attendant had come looking for him.
I quickly climbed off the bed, smoothing out my skirt. Lionel, watching me, ran a hand roughly through his hair.
“…We’ll talk later.”
