The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 357 - 282: Amnesia
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Aerock Quarry vicinity, dense forest.
Mael Valerius suddenly opened his eyes, waking up, and looked around blankly, frowning.
The environment was strange yet familiar; he had no memory of this place, but it felt oddly familiar.
He stood up, sunlight streaming through the gaps in the thick leaves, casting fragmented light on his handsome yet slightly disheveled face.
He lowered his gaze to himself, discovering that his body was covered in wounds, with flesh exposed and blood streaming, looking both wretched and unbearably tragic.
This appearance seemed as if he had been through a life-and-death battle.
"What’s going on?"
Mael Valerius raised his hand to rub his temples, his mind blank, his dark golden eyes filled with confusion.
It was as if a significant portion of his memory was missing, like he had forgotten a very important part.
Without waiting for him to think further.
Mining sounds came from the distance, mixed with the conversation of Beastmen.
"Do you really believe Luna Sutton just abruptly ended things with Mael Valerius?"
"What else could they do but cut ties? Just now, Mael Valerius went berserk trying to kill her, and said those hurtful words; anyone would find it unbearable."
"Shh, keep it down; Corbin Crowley warned us not to speak carelessly, better not to discuss such matters in the future to avoid being overheard."
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Sporadic voices from a few Beastmen came from afar, but as if through a heavy veil, they were unclear.
Mael Valerius couldn’t understand what they were saying, but somehow knew they were talking about him.
Cut ties?
Berserk, trying to kill her?
Luna Sutton?
Judging by the name, she seems female, but there’s no memory of this person—not even a faint impression.
Although there’s no impression at all,
he found his heart aching upon hearing the name, like being pricked by a needle and feeling distress.
This sensation was inexplicably sudden, yet suffocatingly familiar.
Feeling something in his chest growing hot, scorching, like it was on fire.
Mael Valerius lowered his gaze to his chest.
Through the open beastskin collar, he noticed a Candle Dragon Mark at the position of his heart, small and coiled as if deliberately inscribed there.
"Mate mark?"
Understanding what the mark on his chest was, he was instantly shocked, his expression incredulous.
When did he have a mate? Why was there no memory of such an important matter?
Suddenly recalling the marriage contract between the Dragon and Phoenix clans, his father and the elder of the clan forced him to marry Celestia Fawkes.
He couldn’t remember the exact reason, only that he strongly resisted the marriage, even crushing the contract between the two clans.
Could it be that those old foxes used some special means to force him into marriage with Celestia Fawkes without his knowledge?
Or maybe the Phoenix Clan did something to him in secret?
Thinking of this possibility, his expression turned as foul as if he had eaten something disgusting.
The more he thought, the more he believed it was likely; those old foxes would really do anything to achieve a union between the clans.
His complexion grew grim and terrifyingly dark.
"No matter who it is, daring to scheme against him is a call for death."
Mael Valerius’s dark golden eyes surged with hostility, causing the dragon’s might to shake, frightening birds and beasts in the forest into fleeing.
With a grim face, he tore open the beastskin collar, staring intently at the Candle Dragon Mark on his chest.
The thought of his mate possibly being Celestia Fawkes made his face turn even darker.
Determined to risk falling in rank to erase the mate mark.
Yet for some unknown reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Deep down, it seemed he didn’t want to.
He frowned deeply, this feeling unexpectedly occurred.
Could it not be Celestia Fawkes?
Then, Mael Valerius suddenly thought of the words those Beastmen were talking about earlier.
Luna Sutton!!
Cut ties!!
Kill her!!
This name, along with those words, felt like a sharp knife, abruptly piercing his heart, aching unbearably.
Yet he couldn’t remember anything.
"Heh..."
Mael Valerius sneered coldly, hostility spreading in his eyes, "No matter who you are, having dared to scheme against me, don’t even think about good days."
He directly activated the mate mark on his chest, following its guidance.
He must get to the bottom of this today.
Quickly arriving at the quarry, appearing at the mine entrance.
The crunch of gravel underfoot startled Finn Arcanus, who was moving ore.
"You..."
Finn Arcanus saw Mael Valerius, instantly froze, dropping the ore onto his foot, grimacing in pain: "Mael Valerius? How come..."
"You know me?"
Mael Valerius squinted his dark golden eyes, asking coldly, "Where is this place?"
Finn Arcanus’s expression was extremely peculiar, rubbing his hurt foot, thinking: This lunatic dragon, maybe he got beaten stupid by Corbin Crowley and his crew?
