That night, in Werther's Bedroom.
Rebecca lay on Werther's bed with tear tracks on her face. She let him fondle her full breasts, having given up resisting altogether.
Werther held a bottle of wine and drank slowly. He was waiting for someone.
Click. The door opened, and Tuski came in.
"Al, the Drug is ready."
Tuski tossed the Drug to Werther, then turned and left the Bedroom.
Werther approached Rebecca with the Syringe in his hand. She curled up beneath the covers, completely naked and unable to dodge.
"Don't come any closer. You've already done that to me. What else are you going to do? I didn't fight back before, even though it hurt a little—"
Rebecca cried out as Werther injected her with the Drug. She grew drowsy and soon lost consciousness.
Werther paid her no more attention and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Werther sensed something darting around the room. He sat up and found that it was Rebecca.
Her appearance had not changed, but her demeanor had changed completely.
In her eyes, Werther saw bewilderment and innocence.
The Drug had worked. Rebecca's memories were in complete disarray, and she had forgotten most of her past.
"Hello. Who are you? And who am I? I think my name is Rebecca, but maybe it isn't."
Werther looked at her with interest.
"Well, I'm Werther, your benefactor. You lost your memory in a battle, and I saved you. Afterward, you repaid me with your body. As for your enemies, they're the Riku Royal Family..."
Werther spent the entire morning feeding her this story. Little by little, most of Rebecca's memories became "clear."
Werther was her benefactor, and she was Werther's bedmate. The Riku Royal Family were her enemies. She belonged to the Donquixote Family and was a Gladiator.