The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 241 -: Memories.[1]

The brother’s scream tore through the cold air.

"Sister!!!"

His voice was raw, filled with fear and anger as the spear rushed toward her.

The girl’s eyes were wide open.

Her face had turned pale. Shock and disbelief froze her in place as the deadly weapon closed the last distance between them.

For a moment—

Everything slowed down. The roaring wind.

The distant explosions. Even the sound of her own heartbeat.

It all faded into silence. Only the spear remained.

’Is this... the end?’

A bitter feeling filled her chest.

’So many things... still unfinished.’

Her thoughts began to drift, as if her mind had already started to leave the battlefield.

’I still had so much to do...’

First—

They needed to cure themselves. Cure the twisted body they were forced to live in.

A body that was never meant to exist.

A body where two lives were forced to share one form just to survive.

Every day they fought like this. Not just against enemies.

But against their own broken existence.

’One day... we will fix this.’

That had always been their promise to each other.

Then—

They would grow stronger. Much stronger.

Strong enough to hunt down the man who had done this to them.

Strong enough to make him suffer.

As these thoughts passed through her mind, memories began to appear.

Old memories.

Memories she had tried many times to forget.

But now—

They came back clearly. Like scenes from another life.

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She saw a small house. A warm house.

The sunlight was bright outside.

A little girl and a little boy were playing together near the road.

They were laughing happily. They were twins.

Both only five years old.

That girl...Was her.

That boy...Was her brother.

They had been chasing each other around, throwing small stones into a river nearby.

Their parents were inside the house. It had been a normal day.

A peaceful day. But suddenly—

A group of men appeared.

Before the children even understood what was happening—

Strong hands grabbed them. Cloth was forced over their mouths.

The world turned dark. When she opened her eyes again—

She was somewhere else. A strange place. Everything was white.

The walls. The floor. The ceiling. It looked like some kind of large laboratory.

Many people were moving around the room. They wore white robes.

Their faces were hidden behind cold masks. The air smelled strange.

Sharp and bitter. Machines hummed softly.

The little girl was shaking with fear. She held her brother’s hand tightly.

"Don’t worry," someone said.

A tall man walked toward them.

He held a long needle filled with a strange blue liquid.

"This won’t hurt." He spoke gently.

But his voice felt empty. The girl took a step back.

Before she could react—

Her brother moved.

"No!"

The little boy jumped in front of her.

"Please leave my sister alone!"

His small arms spread wide as he tried to protect her.

"You can do whatever you want to me... but leave her alone!"

The masked man stared at him. For a moment he said nothing.

Then—

A slow smile appeared under the mask.

"Don’t worry."

His eyes shined with greed.

"This will not hurt you."

"We are simply making you stronger."

"Stronger than anyone else."

But the boy did not believe him.

Instead—

He suddenly lunged forward and bit the man’s hand.

"Gah!"

The man shouted in pain.

"You little brat!"

THUD!

He kicked the boy hard. The small body flew across the floor.

The girl screamed.

"Brother!!"

She ran toward him. Her brother lay on the ground coughing.

Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even so—

He still reached his hand toward her.

"Please..."

His voice trembled.

"Leave my sister alone..."

The masked man stared down at them with cold eyes. Then he turned his head slightly.

"Number 9862."

A bald man stepped forward immediately.

"Yes, sir."

"Inject them with C-1."

"Then place them in Tube Number 47."

The bald man nodded without emotion.

"Yes, sir."

Before the children could resist—Strong hands grabbed them.

The needle pierced their skin. The cold liquid entered their bodies.

The girl cried as she called for her brother.

But the world soon became blurry. Darkness swallowed them.

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When she became aware again—She could not move.

Her body felt strange. Heavy. She slowly opened her eyes.

Green.

Everything around her was green.

She was floating inside a large round tube filled with glowing green liquid.

Her body was completely naked.

A breathing tube was attached to her mouth. Bubbles slowly rose around her.

Across from her—

She saw her brother. He was inside the same tube.

His eyes were closed. He looked peaceful.

But something felt wrong. She tried to speak.

She wanted to call his name. But no sound came out.

Her body would not respond.

Even so—

Her mind was awake. She could see.

She could feel. But she could not move.

Outside the tube—

Several masked people walked around.

They wrote notes on paper.

They looked at the glass tube like it was nothing more than a tool.

The bald man—Number 9862—often came to check them.

He would write numbers on a clipboard.

Then leave again. Days passed.

Maybe weeks. Time inside the tube felt endless.

At first everything seemed normal.

But slowly—Changes began.

Her right hand began moving closer to her brother’s left hand.

At first she thought it was just her imagination.

But it kept moving.

Little by little. Until one day—Their fingers touched.

She tried to pull away. But she could not move.

Then—

Their skin began to join together. Her eyes widened with terror.

’What is happening to us...?’

’Who are you people...?’

’Why are you doing this...?:

She screamed those words inside her mind. But nobody heard her.

Days passed again.

Their bodies continued to change.

Her right leg slowly connected to her brother’s left leg. Their shoulders moved closer.

Their chests almost touched. Panic filled her heart.

’No...’

’No...’

’We will die like this...’

Tears floated into the green liquid.

’Mommy... I’m scared...Daddy... please save us...Brother... wake up...I don’t want to die...’

’Please... someone... anyone... save me...’

But the laboratory remained silent. Nobody cared.

Then one day—

The masked man from before returned.

He stood in front of their tube and stared at them.

His eyes were full of excitement.

"Hehe..."

"It seems the Lord will be very happy with your growth."

He leaned closer to the glass. "You are turning out better than expected."

His smile was sickening.

"One day... we will invade the Demon Realm."

"And you will help him achieve that goal."

He giggled quietly.

"So grow well, little monsters." Then he walked away. Time passed again.

Their bodies continued to merge. But something strange also happened.

As their bodies joined—

Their minds began to connect.

At first it was faint. Like a distant whisper.

Then it became clearer. She heard a familiar voice.

’Brother...?’

’I’m here.’

Her heart trembled.

’Brother... I’m scared...’

’Are we going to die?’

There was a pause.

Then his voice replied.

’No. We won’t die.’

’Don’t worry.’

’Someone will come and save us.’

They believed that.

They prayed. Every day. Every night.

They waited for someone.

Anyone.

But no one ever came. Days became months.

Their bodies merged more and more.

Their thoughts slowly became one.

One day—

Suddenly the laboratory became noisy.

Footsteps echoed everywhere. People rushed around.

"Hey! The Lord is coming!"

"He is coming to inspect Number 47!"

"What?! Already?"

"Wasn’t he in the Celestial Realm?"

"Yes."

"But I heard he lost the war there."

"Still... they say he managed to kill the God of Compassion."

"Because of that, the Celestial Realm is on the verge of collapse."

"Hmph."

"Do not underestimate those so-called gods."

"They are probably waiting for ’him’."

"But I heard ’he’ hasn’t even been born yet..."

"Well... it might take many years."

"But Celestials live almost forever."

"If they survive... they will definitely wait for him."

As these conversations continued—

Inside the tube—

The siblings had already merged almost completely.

Nearly ninety percent of their bodies had become one.

Their minds were connected. Their fear.

Their anger. Their pain.

Everything was shared. And deep inside their hearts—

A silent hatred began to grow.