Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 113: Memory crossroad

And just like that, as Princess Felicia's memories flood into my soul, I feel it.

The breaths she took, the thoughts she carried.

The raw, unfiltered weight of her emotions...

Her anger, her thrill, her madness, even the sharp sting of her private embarrassments when she cringed at her own smile...

They rise now, all of them, swelling within me like flickering echoes from a life I never lived… and yet, somehow, I remember.

Sometimes the sensations are faint, like mist brushing against the edges of my mind.

But most of the time, they are so sharp, so achingly vivid, that the boundary between her and me begins to blur, as if I'm not simply recalling her past…

But living it.

Speaking her words.

Moving through her choices.

Bleeding through her fury and sorrow as though they've always belonged to me.

And now, now that her memories have begun to tangle with mine, woven together like golden thread stitched into my soul, I realize…

It was not only her, but also me who stood on that cold stone courtyard.

Yes, it was me, on the brink of madness,

It was me, ruthless and unforgiving,

Me, who sliced Amanda's arm cleanly from her shoulder without a flicker of hesitation.

And also me, who protected and knighted Morvena.

Ah… everything makes more sense now.

The pain and sorrow I felt that first day, when I saw the necklace and that royal gothic black dress back at the Gilded Horns when I just woke up into this world...

Those was her emotions.

And then, the moments when blood and violence sparked a strange, wild thrill in me, a pulse of madness I couldn't explain, and that smile, that uncontrollable, wicked grin when I witnessed Eris brutally murdered the Crimson Order bastards…

That too, originated from her.

Also, there was this strange phenomenon that happened to me when I held the kitchen knife, a weird "zoned" state that allowed me to cut vegetables faster than lightning...

Perhaps, it was her state of mind, her sword skills, sword aura, influencing me as well.

Yes…

That has to be it, the only explanation for this.

And now, I guess, as her soul and mine now share the same vessel, we are like two rivers, once separate, flowing into a single stream.

Hers seeping into mine. And maybe… the opposite is also happening?

Mine into hers.

Thus, I wonder… how much does she know about me now?

Has she seen my memories?

Does she remember my life back on Earth?

Well… not like there's much to remember anyway.

Honestly, my past life was boring as heck.

Just school… eating, sleeping, grinding part-time jobs, hitting the gym, playing games.

Then university. Then graduating into a corporate slave.

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And from at moment on, everyday is the same. Nothing interesting happened.

No fighting, no killing, no dungeon exploring…

…

No, wait.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!

Now that I think about it, I was wrong, I was so wrong!

Because back there—on Earth—I got to experience the most wonderful things this world doesn't even have!

ANIME!

MANGA!

LIGHT NOVELS!

GAMES!

WAIFUS!

HECK YEAH!

How is that not interesting now?

…

…

However… of course, those interesting part also comes with a few… questionable stuff.

And as I realize that…

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!

At this rate, she probably knows everything!

All the dirty, degenerate stuff I've ever consumed!

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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!

I'M GONNA CORRUPT HERRR!!!

…

Haahhh…

Anyways.

There's nothing I can do now.

I just hope… she doesn't start to hate me, or look at me with disgust after seeing all that…

…

Regardless, Eris was right.

Felicia truly was a princess, one from a time long buried in the past.

And now, the real questions are:

What exactly happened to her?

Why did she appear on Earth?

How did we end up like this—two souls in one body?

And beyond that, what happened to her kingdom? To this land in particular… to the once-great Luminaris Academy?

Once, it was so luminous, a shining beacon of magic and nobility, where thousands of young nobles studied, trained, and thrived.

It was a place of beauty, of pride, and of future promises.

But now…

There's nothing left but rubble and ruin, collapsed towers and shattered spires.

It has become a crumbling corpse, devoured by time and shadow, twisted into an S-rank dungeon where sunlight no longer dares to touch the stone.

A dungeon, where only rot, ruin, and death remain.

So, the most important question now is…

What destroyed it? What happened?

Who turned this once-luminous realm into a graveyard of memories?

Princess Felicia, I hope she tells me more.

I hope… she lets me in.

Because I want to know.

No—I need to know.

Luckily, the memory doesn't seems to end here.

Something stirs again—another ripple across the still surface of her soul.

She's showing me something else.

Something more.

And this time, I hope it's something important related to this dungeon.

…

As I close my eyes, the world begins to shift.

The crisp morning air of Luminaris fades, replaced by a sudden, heavy warmth. The atmosphere turns humid, thick—like mist rising off water. The distant chirping of birds and the rustling of wind through trees disappear, swallowed by silence.

Only the faint sounds remain.

Dripping water.

A soft splash, like something stirring just beneath the surface.

My skin tingles. Warm. Damp. Weightless.

A delicate floral scent creeps into my lungs—heady and sweet, almost sedating.

Wait… am I—

Am I taking a bath?

A luxurious one at that?

This memory… is inside a royal hotbath?!

I flutter my eyes open.

Sure enough, I'm submerged in a grand marble tub, my body weightless beneath the surface of rose-petal-laced water. Steam curls lazily into the air, wrapping around me like silk. The heat of the water is not just warmth. It's alive, infused with magic. I can feel it, the magic, probably coming from medicinal herbs, coursing gently through my limbs, through my scalp, down to each individual hair follicle. Every muscle in my body loosens. Every breath deepens.

Tranquility.

But only for a moment.

Because then, I hear her name.

"Your Highness," a soft female voice stirs the quiet air. "The informant you sent to investigate Lady Morvena Lysanthir d'Aurelle has returned."