The Extra's Regressor Wives

Night came slowly.

The two magic lamps mounted on the wall gave off a faint glow. The dinner the servants had brought in remained almost untouched.

Lathel sat in the chair beside the bed, occasionally glancing toward the door before looking back at Leviana.

Two guards stood in the corridor outside. The room was on the second floor, and the defensive formation surrounding the estate had been activated since nightfall. If he tried to leave on his own, it would be almost impossible to do so without attracting attention.

Lathel remained silent for a while.

Then he lowered his head, gently lifted Leviana’s hand, and turned her palm upward in his own.

After several seconds of hesitation, the tip of his index finger slowly began to move across her soft skin.

The weather was quite nice today.

Lathel’s finger stopped.

An uncomfortable tightness suddenly pressed against his chest.

He had written those words countless times during the past three years.

Every morning, Lathel would tell Leviana what the weather was like outside, or recount some small thing that had happened around the House, even though he had never known whether she could actually feel any of it.

She had only been awake for such a short time.

He had barely gotten used to Leviana opening her eyes and looking at him.

To hearing her voice.

To watching her deliberately mistranslate his signs just to tease him.

And now he was speaking to her the old way again.

Lathel’s finger continued moving.

I’m sorry.

Deep within the darkness of her consciousness, Leviana felt every stroke clearly.

She immediately tried to move one of her fingers, desperate to tell him there was nothing to apologize for.

Her body did not respond.

’Don’t.’

Lathel could not hear her.

He lowered his head and continued writing.

I’ll save you. I may have to leave for a while.

Leviana’s soul trembled.

’No.’

She knew exactly where he wanted to go.

The Magic Academy.

The Garden of Eden.

The Soul-Anchoring Grass.

And Pandora.

Everything Leviana had tried to avoid ever since returning to the past was appearing before Lathel again, one step at a time.

She desperately tried to force her consciousness back into her body. Pain immediately spread through her soul, yet she could not even make her eyelashes tremble.

’Lathel, don’t go.’

Outside, his fingertip continued tracing words across her palm.

Don’t worry.

Those words frightened Leviana more than anything else.

In their previous life, whenever Lathel told someone not to worry, it usually meant he had already decided to carry some burden in their place.

He had never been good at comforting people with words.

His way of reassuring them was much simpler.

He stepped forward.

And took the dangerous part for himself.

Lathel’s finger paused for a moment before writing one final sentence.

I will definitely come back.

’I don’t need you to come back after losing half your life.’

Leviana wanted to scream.

’I just need you not to go.’

But Lathel heard nothing.

He gently closed Leviana’s fingers, placed her hand back on top of the blanket, and remained seated for a long time.

His gaze stayed on her sleeping face as though he wanted to memorize it before leaving.

Eventually, Lathel called silently in his mind.

’Pandora.’

"Present."

Her voice answered immediately, sounding far too cheerful for an existence currently preparing to help someone sneak out of a Duke’s estate.

Lathel looked toward the door.

’Help me get out.’

Pandora was silent for two seconds before laughing.

"My boy learns quickly. Yesterday, you were still looking for work tending horses. Tonight, you already know how to run away from home."

Lathel frowned slightly.

"All right, stop looking at me like that. I’ll help."

A cold current of mana slowly spread from deep within his soul.

Lathel instinctively became wary.

Pandora noticed immediately and sounded offended.

"Relax. I’m only making the two people outside sleep a little deeper. This one is free."

Lathel still did not completely trust her.

"If you keep making that face, I really will charge you."

He reluctantly stopped glaring into empty space.

Pandora snorted.

A layer of violet mist, so faint it was almost invisible, slipped through the gap beneath the door. It produced no mana fluctuation large enough to trigger the formation in the corridor.

Roughly half a minute later, there was a quiet scrape of metal against the wall.

Then silence returned.

Lathel stood, walked to the door, and carefully opened it a crack.

The two guards were leaning against opposite sides of the corridor.

Both were deeply asleep.

Lathel closed the door again and returned to Leviana.

A letter had already been written and placed on the table.

He set it neatly beside the cup, then walked to the bed one final time.

Lathel stood there for a long while.

All he had to do was bend down to hold her hand again.

But in the end, he did not.

He was afraid that if he felt Leviana’s warmth one more time, he might begin to hesitate.

Lathel turned and walked toward the door.

Within the darkness of her consciousness, Leviana heard each footstep slowly moving farther away.

’Lathel.’

The lock shifted quietly.

’Don’t.’

Leviana poured all of her consciousness into her body.

One finger.

One eyelash.

Even the smallest change in her breathing would have been enough.

But her soul felt as though it were trapped behind a thick wall. No matter how desperately she tried, nothing reached her body.

A brief silence followed.

Then the door closed.

Click.

The sound was quiet.

Yet inside Leviana’s mind, it felt as though something had just severed the last thread of hope she had left.

Lathel had really gone.

Again.

She knew where he was going.

She knew why.

She even knew exactly what the road ahead might force him to sacrifice.

Leviana had regressed with the memories of an entire lifetime.

She had changed what happened at Grail Gorge.

Saved her parents.

Found Catrina again.

Reunited with Anna.

She had even known Pandora existed before Lathel met her.

And yet in the end, she could only lie helplessly in darkness while the person she wanted to protect most walked down the same road again because of her.

’Then what did I come back for...?’

Leviana had no answer.

The next morning, a maid brought breakfast to Leviana’s room.

The two guards outside had only just awakened, and both looked terrible.

Neither remembered when they had fallen asleep.

They only knew that when they opened their eyes, daylight had already arrived, while the door behind them was no longer locked as it had been the night before.

The maid immediately sensed that something was wrong.

She pushed open the door.

"Young Master Lathel?"

No answer.

The chair beside the bed was empty.

Dinner remained nearly untouched on the table.

Only a single sheet of paper had been placed neatly beside the cup, positioned where anyone entering the room would immediately notice it.

The maid hurriedly picked it up.

There were only a few simple lines.

[I’m sorry.]

[Please take care of Leviana.]

[I found a way to save her.]

[I will definitely come back.]

The blood drained from the maid’s face.

She spun around and rushed into the corridor.

"Your Grace!"

"Madam!"

"Young Master Lathel is gone!"

The panicked shouting quickly spread throughout House Avarenne.

Inside the room, Leviana remained motionless on the bed as though she had heard nothing.

Only deep within her soul did the plea she could not send outside repeat endlessly.

’Don’t come back the same way you did in our previous life.’

’Lathel...’

’I only need you to stay alive.’

One day later.

An old carriage slowly traveled along the road toward the Holy City.

Harvested fields stretched across both sides of the road, while farther away, a low mountain range extended toward the horizon.

The road itself was poorly maintained. Every now and then, the wheels rolled through a shallow rut, making the carriage sway.

Lathel sat near the window and opened a small pouch.

He poured the money inside into his palm.

Six gold coins.

Twenty-three silver coins.

His entire fortune.

Lathel counted once.

Then again, as though enough patience might somehow make the number increase on its own.

Eventually, Pandora could no longer tolerate it.

"That’s the fourth time."

Lathel stopped.

"Allow me to confirm it for you." Her voice sounded inside his head. "Six gold coins are still six gold coins. They haven’t reproduced."

The corner of Lathel’s eye twitched.

He put the money back into the pouch.

Pandora was not finished.

"I am genuinely curious. How does a noble young master become this poor?"

Lathel turned his face toward the window.

"Oh, right. You gave almost all your money to an orphanage."

He nodded.

Pandora went silent for several seconds.

"Are you familiar with the concept of keeping enough money so you don’t starve to death?"

Lathel: "..."

"I’m asking seriously."

He lowered his head and took out a piece of bread wrapped in cloth.

Pandora immediately understood.

"You mean you still have food?"

Lathel nodded.

"The driver gave it to you?"

Another nod.

Pandora released a long sigh.

"So your evidence that you can support yourself is that someone else took pity on you and gave you bread?"

Lathel decided to ignore her.

The driver’s name was Bram, a man in his forties who was transporting several barrels of wine and bolts of cloth back to the Holy City.

When he learned that Lathel was heading in the same direction, Bram charged him only two silver coins, far cheaper than a normal passenger carriage.

At noon, Bram had even tossed him a piece of bread and laughed that his wife always packed too much food.

Lathel had tried to pay him extra.

Bram merely waved him off.

"Forget it. You look younger than my son. Keep your money for when you reach the Holy City. Everything there costs a fortune."

Unable to thank him aloud, Lathel had written a sentence on a scrap of paper and handed it over.

Bram laughed loudly after reading it.

"What are you thanking me for? We’re heading the same way."

That was all.

A stranger.

A small kindness that meant nothing extraordinary to the person offering it.

Lathel looked down at the bread in his hand before carefully wrapping it again.

He planned to save it until afternoon.

At that moment, Pandora suddenly fell silent.

Lathel noticed almost immediately.

She had been talking nonstop since morning.

The abrupt absence of her voice made him instinctively frown.

’Pandora?’

"Shh."

Her voice had dropped noticeably.

Lathel immediately straightened.

"Something’s wrong."

He looked out the window.

The road was still quiet.

Bram sat on the driver’s seat ahead, softly humming some tune Lathel did not recognize.

The two horses continued walking at an even pace.

There was not a single person visible in the distance.

Lathel placed one hand against the side of the carriage.

’What?’

"Mana."

Pandora answered immediately.

"Ahead."

She paused.

"And to the right."

Lathel shot to his feet.

He tried to warn Bram, but only a rough, broken sound escaped his throat.

Pandora shouted inside his mind.

"DOWN!"

BOOM!

A streak of light tore across the field.

A dark-violet barrier instantly appeared around Lathel.

At the same moment, the wet sound of flesh being pierced came from the front of the carriage.

Blood splattered across the wooden frame.

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