Palliative Measures and Permanent Solutions

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In a room within the Gremory household as vast as the hall of a mansion, Noah gently laid Koneko down on a huge bed that could comfortably fit five people.

"Meow..."

At that moment, Koneko truly seemed tired. Her eyes closed, she curled up and fell asleep, making a sweet, clingy sound that made one want to pull her into an embrace.

Watching Koneko display such comfort and adorably spoiled behavior—something the usually quiet and reserved girl would never show—Noah was speechless for a long time.

Honestly, seeing Koneko like this made Noah wonder whether he should even restore her to normal.

If he restored her, Koneko would surely be terribly upset when she learned that she had fallen into this state because she had deliberately hidden the power she never wanted.

Moreover, returning to normal meant that Koneko would remember her unbearable past and revert to her former quiet, reserved self. Compared to that, Noah felt that her current state—mentally unstable, yet as carefree and innocent as an ordinary kitten—suited Koneko better.

But that thought really should not have existed.

Even if one had a sorrowful past that could never be forgotten, it was still proof that they had once existed.

Refusing to bear it meant running away.

Besides, no one understood better than Noah what kind of life one would lead without a past.

That feeling of not knowing where one came from, what kind of being one was, or even whether one ought to exist in this world... if possible, Noah never wanted to experience it a second time.

Koneko must have felt the same way, right?

Therefore, forgetting was never a good solution. Facing it was the key to resolving the problem.

Stroking Koneko's