In Place of Losing My Memory, I Remembered That I Was the Fiancée of the Capture Target - Chapter 1.10

”Phew…”

I let out a sigh as I shifted my gaze from the book to outside the window.

“You must be tired, would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes…please.”

I answered the lady in waiting who quickly called out to me and moved from the desk to the sofa.

I was finally had enough strength to walk around in the garden, and the doctor gave me permission to start attending the academy in the new academy year.

However, I have no memory.

Naturally, I had forgotten what I had learned during the year, so I had to start all over again from the first grade with Theodore.

Incidentally, the academy is for three years, and Patrick will be a third-year student this spring.

Although I don’t have any memories, I was able to hold conversations and read letters.

The memories I lost were of myself, my family, and those around me.

Then there was the geography and history of this world—somehow I understood more math than I had learned.

…Maybe it was the memory of someone in me that was not Alexia.

There were some things I knew about mathematics that couldn’t be found in books.

I can read and understand the letters written in the book, but there are some letters in my memory that are completely different.

Those letters were not among the foreign language books in the library at my home.

I was still reading a history book about this country, but it was like reading a story about a distant foreign country with all the unfamiliar names and places.

I haven’t told anyone that I have memories of someone other than Alexia.

I can’t explain it well, and I feel like my memories are telling me that I shouldn’t tell anyone about it.

The academy will start in three days.

To be honest, I am very anxious.

Although I’m in a different grade at the academy, there are probably many people I know, and I don’t know how to interact with them when I meet them, and I’m also worried about what they’ll think of me.

I am not sure if I will be able to keep up with the classes, if I will be able to behave myself, and other things… I have many things I’m worried about.

My father told me that the academy had been informed of my amnesia and that I would be placed in the same class as Theodore, so I should not worry.

—I am also worried about my relationship with Teodoro.

I knew that he was my cousin and that he had a different kind of affection for me than his family…but I didn’t have the courage to ask him about it.

I could hear a voice somewhere in my head warning me that if I were to ask… it would be irreversible.

So I made a conscious effort to act like a sister to Theodore as much as possible.

I’ve decided to think that his overprotective attitude and excessive touching were “sis-con”.

———When I said those words in front of him, he seemed to have no idea what they meant, and he tilted his head to the side.

Yes, it seems that some of the words I speak are not understood by others.

People seem to think that the unintelligible words come out because I don’t remember them…but I think they are probably words from another memory in me.

Theodore was suspicious of my change in attitude toward him… but seemed to think it was because I was getting used to him.

He is still as aggressive toward Patrick as ever, but I hope we can be friends from now on so as not to destroy our relationship as sister and brother.

There is no sign of my memory returning at all.

I wonder if I have really forgotten them, or if I will remember them for some reason—.

And who are the memories in me that are not Alexia’s…who do they belong to?

As I was thinking about these things in a daze over a cup of fragrant tea, I heard a running sound coming from the hallway.