What she had just seen was so shocking that even after Greg fastened his belt again, Veronica remained rooted to the spot. It took her several long seconds to recover.
She recalled that it seemed to be a legendary curse mark.
It would only appear on a follower of the Goddess of Night after they performed a certain extremely intimate act with a follower of the Goddess of Light.
But even if Greg had been a follower of the Goddess of Night before recovering his past-life memories, why would he have that curse mark?
Had he done something like that to someone in the Church of Light?
Greg seemed to notice Veronica's confusion and spoke at just the right moment:
"I imagine you must be very confused right now-why would I have a curse mark like this, correct?"
Veronica raised her head, looking at him with conflicting emotions, and nodded softly:
"Yes... I truly am confused. I know exactly how this curse mark comes about, but it shouldn't be on you."
"Yes, you're right. It certainly shouldn't be on me."
Greg spoke with a hint of bitterness and helplessness in his voice:
"To be honest, I didn't understand why at first, either. When I first discovered this mark, I even thought it was Lady Seraphina's punishment for my betrayal in this life."
He gave a bitter smile and continued:
"But later, I surmised that it might have something to do with recovering my past-life memories. In my previous life, I was a woman who worshipped Lady Seraphina, the Goddess of Light. In this life, however, I'm a man, and before regaining my memories, I had already joined the Night Church and begun worshipping Nightmare, the Goddess of Night."
"The memories of both lives are now united, and two entirely different