Your Name

If that's the case, then they absolutely cannot be kept!

However, after the straitjacket was torn off, a perfect, delicate body was revealed before his eyes.

Bathed in the soft light cast from the indoor dome, the girl's body seemed to be enveloped in a hazy halo, so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly, like an angel about to ascend to heaven.

If this were a church, the girl would probably be worshipped by countless people.

But Mahiro knew very well that CC was not a saint or angel who was worshipped in the past, but was regarded as a heretical witch and was burned at the stake.

CC has a typical Europe physique; her seemingly slender body is actually curvaceous with undulating curves, a beautiful figure as if sculpted by nature.

Europe women have a peculiar quality: when they are young, they are as adorable as fragile porcelain dolls.

However, as they age, these women naturally develop a large and obese physique. Unless they deliberately maintain their figure, Europe women over the age of thirty generally look very large.

But CC is different. Her age is forever frozen at sixteen, and she forever maintains her most beautiful and radiant appearance. Her skin is not like that of Europe women with large pores, but rather as white and flawless as that of an Eastern woman, with a pure body like snow.

That kind of fair skin was something no Eastern woman could possess; her entire delicate body seemed to be without a single hair, as if it had been carved out of a single piece of Hetian jade by the world's top craftsmen, stroke by stroke.

Mahiro placed his hand on it and moved it gently, feeling the smooth, warm touch on his fingertips, as if he were caressing a piece of fine jade.

But soon his fingertips were jolted.

It wasn't that I touched something strange, but rather fragments of stone embedded in CC's body, like bullets, hardened into her flesh.

"I hope you won't wake up in pain... I hope not."

CC, who has lived for over a thousand years, experienced far more suffering in the past than he could have imagined.

Therefore, without any hesitation or disinfection, he immediately inserted his fingertip into the wound and fiddled with it for a while, then took out a pebble.

During this process, CC only frowned slightly, and did not react in any other way.

If it were anyone else, Mahiro would naturally have to consider the possibility of infection, but for the immortal witch, simply removing the foreign object from the wound is enough.

After he removed the pieces of pebbles from CC's body, the mangled wounds began to heal at a visible speed, and even the surrounding bloodstains mysteriously disappeared.

As the wound healed and the bloodstains disappeared, CC's fair and naked body was fully exposed to Mahiro's gaze. However, this beautiful body was not without flaws; there was a scar on her chest that looked like it had been scratched by a wild beast.

That was the only incurable, hideous scar on CC's entire body.

While wiping the blood off her hands, Mahiro checked CC's body to see if she had missed anything.

Well, it seems not at the moment.

Even the most hidden places have been thoroughly checked.

It was still a plain, without even lush grass, only a smooth, flat road, like a shy flower about to bloom, swaying cautiously with each breath.

"Legend has it that the White Tiger belongs to the metal element (庚金), and its star position governs killing and warfare, making it a very ominous sign... but it's quite fitting for a witch like you."

Looking at the scene he had admired countless times, Mahiro and earnest evaluation.

Chapter 277 Your Name (5.5K)

After admiring this work of art for a while, he picked up the blanket and gently covered her with it.

Although Yotsuba Mahiro is neither a paragon of virtue nor a gentleman, there's no reason for him to do anything while unconscious.

However, just as he got up to leave so that CC could get some rest, a sudden voice called out to him.

"Mahiro, go quickly, leave this to me..."

Turning around, I found that CC hadn't woken up and was still unconscious, seemingly just talking in her sleep.

"Even in your dreams, you're telling me to run away. Just how afraid are you of me dying...?"

Mahiro smiled helplessly, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and gently stroked her cheek.

It's actually quite funny.

CC was perhaps the first person to care so much about his life and safety.

It's not that the others are indifferent to him; on the contrary, they all have absolute trust in Mahiro. CC is truly the first person to do this.

To be honest, it feels rather complicated...

But just then, he noticed something was wrong.

"Is it... glowing?"

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully lifted CC's bangs and discovered that the bird-like code mark on her forehead was emitting a red glow.

Like the flickering of breath, or as if resonating with something.

"The C's World?"

There is only this one possibility.

However, seeing the bird imprint flashing at an increasingly high frequency, he couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

As his fingertips drew closer, the flashing frequency of the mark on CC's forehead increased, as if responding to him and calling for his touch.

But when I actually touched it, I felt a chill.

That's not an exaggeration. He lacked the warmth a human should have, like a piece of cold jade embedded there, even though CC's vital signs were all normal.

Just then, CC suddenly opened her eyes, and for some reason, her eyes were filled with terror. She said anxiously:

"?! Stop! Stop right now! That's--"

What?

Mahiro had no time to react and suddenly felt his consciousness being stretched infinitely, as if it had been stuffed into a hole and forcibly stretched into a thin noodle.

At the same time, countless memories flooded into his brain.

He heard countless screams, screams of human suffering.

Endless malice transformed into darkness, engulfing the entire world. Hatred, resentment, and curses filled the air. At the center of countless scenes, stood a girl dressed in what appeared to be a nun's habit, praying silently.

"Stop... stop! Don't enter my heart... don't..."

"I... was... opened..."

CC's voice trembled, broken and intermittent, and a single, crystal-clear tear rolled down her cheek, staining the white pillowcase.

She never had this expression during her first experience; it was as if this was her most authentic self.

As the screams and wails subsided, the images playing in Mahiro's mind changed once again.

He suddenly appeared on a dirt path in the countryside.

The sounds of swaying wheat fields and chirping insects lingered in his ears, the earthy fragrance of autumn filled his nostrils, and the sunlight, not too harsh, gently fell on his shoulders.

A few white clouds drifted across the azure sky, while small houses built of stones and wood stood on either side like weeds.

Suddenly, a raggedly dressed girl stumbled along the country path.

A thin frame, a dirty appearance, and unsteady steps...

At an age when they should be nestled in their mother's arms, protected by their parents, their pitiful state was heartbreaking.

But Mahiro, unusually, did not move. He, who always cherished children the most, was unmoved at this moment.

He watched helplessly as the child walked towards him.

I watched helplessly as my little feet, treading on the mud, tripped over the gravel on the road and fell forward.

He didn't even offer to help her up, staring at the girl expressionlessly.

Because the girl passed right through his body like a phantom.

"You're not surprised at all?"

Just then, a clear, ethereal voice rang in my ears.

Turning my head, I saw a slender, slightly mature-looking girl standing in the middle of the wheat field.

Her long, emerald-green hair swayed in the rolling waves of wheat in the field.

"Indeed, there's nothing surprising about it." Mahiro's tone was quite frank.

Do you know where this place is?

The woman asked, slightly surprised.

"Certainly."

Mahiro his gaze, looking at the increasingly hazy rural scenery before him, and at the girl lying on the ground as if unconscious, and said softly:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be CC's memory, right?"

To be precise, it is a memory corridor reconstructed by CC's memories, not reality in the true sense.

Or rather, he is the only illusion here.

"It seems you know a lot. This is indeed my memory, and you cannot interfere with what happens here."

The woman recounted all of this in a calm tone.

Like a guardian of this world, she gazed at him with those amber eyes.

He was also watching the other person.

"Your memories?"

Mahiro countered, "I don't think that's the case."

Although he had the same appearance and temperament as CC, his intuition told him that this person was not CC.

"Who are you?"

However, the other party merely smiled slightly, and their figure instantly vanished with the wind.

The scene before them changed accordingly.

Do you have a reason to live?

Inside the church, a nun knelt on the ground, looking at the girl who was prostrate on the ground with a compassionate expression.

The girl was the one who had just fainted on the road, with a broken chain still around her ankle. Judging from the current situation, she must have been rescued by the nun.

But when asked why she was alive, the girl struggled to sit up and lift her head.

"I... I don't know... but I don't want to die."

His eyes were filled with a longing for life.

"Then let's make a contract. I will grant you the power to live. In exchange, can you grant me one wish someday?"

That's what the nun said.

On her forehead, she also bore the same red bird mark as CC.

That's a code.

However, the young girl naturally didn't know what that thing was, and faced with her desire to live, she agreed without hesitation.

She made a pact with the devil and became a witch.

Because of her desire to be loved, she obtained a Geass called [Being Loved], which, when activated, causes those around her to fall in love with her without her even realizing it or for any reason.

Throughout the girl's childhood, the nun taught her, but the overwhelming affection she received made the girl arrogant and conceited.

The girl was left bewildered when the nun revealed her true colors and bestowed upon her the curse of immortality.

Time flew by in her memories, and the girl began her journey and wandering that would last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

At first, she didn't think that being immortal was a bad thing, but as time went by, she saw everything around her gradually pass away, and the once vast ocean turned into mulberry fields.

She was in despair.

She longed for death.

But how can one die after accepting the curse of the code?

She remembered the nun who had adopted her.

So she followed the nun's example and made contracts with others, hoping that one day she could transfer the curse of immortality to the next person.

From that moment on, she abandoned her original name and changed it to CC.

Over the past millennium, countless people have signed contracts with CC.