LIGHTNOVELONLINE That woman’s ability
As I enter the room, I see her. The woman that I hate so much. The fire inside me begs to destroy this woman. It was easy to contain it in front of father but when it is only the two of us, this feeling wants to overtake me. But there is also something else, looking at this woman arouses some part of me. But this should not be the case, my memories do not show any sign of this kind of feeling. Is this feeling from my other self? Is my other self, lusting for this woman? Or maybe it is the concept of mother?
“Athena?”
Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts. Hearing my name out of her lips ignites my hatred further. I approach next to her and slap her with all my might but I am the one who gets hurt anyway.
“I’m sorry.”
Her apology makes it burn even more but I force myself to contain it. If I let my emotions control me, I can never get anything done. I look down at her as she is tied.
“Are you still a doll?”
I see hesitation in her eyes. As I expected, I was a fool to expect anything from this woman. I glare at her in silence and I turn around. I walk towards the door. Just a doll in the end. Enough, I will no longer have anything to do with this woman.
“Wait!”
I hear her yell and I stop. My heart beats at the thought. If she does choose me, I get to do more things to her. A mixture of hatred and lust fuel my soul as I wait for her to continue.
“I-“
I can still hear the hesitation on her voice. What could she have done to make her hesitate so? This stalling irritates me so much. Choose one woman, either I get to have my way with you or I leave you for good. Choose!
“I have something to show you.”
I force myself to calm down as I turn towards her. I visibly see her shiver as she looks at me. I already knew that I could not contain my smile. I slowly move towards her. I sit beside the bed and look at her.
“What is it?”
“Please look inside that drawer.”
I open the drawer and I see a book. I take the book and look at it in confusion.
“Um, that is my answer.”
Hesitation still lingers inside her but she has now crossed the point of no return. I open the book and the very first page already shows me what it is. This is a ledger of father’s activities. Like those I found in that hideout but this is from father’s perspective. I stand up and walk around the room. This is impossible, how could this woman take this from father? Father would know where all his documents are stored. Is this a trap? Surely this woman is not stupid enough to take this from father’s room to here? That would be a blatant set-up!
“What is this?”
I need to question this woman. Is this a trap? Does he know? I am getting restless. I need to do something. An idea suddenly strikes me. My feet have been getting restless from playing with head maid earlier. I stand on the bed.
“Athena?”
This woman looks in confusion as I step on her body. In that other world, this is very dangerous but in this world of swords and magic. This is not an issue. As she calls my name, I kick her face.
“I’m sorry.”
Argh. I am the one getting hurt again but that does not matter. I am currently standing on her stomach while my other foot is on her face. I read through the ledger as I talk to her.
“How did you get this?”
“I wrote it.”
“What?”
I read the ledger carefully and I finally notice that the handwriting is different. I have seen father write before and it is different from how he writes. My surprise made me miss this detail. Is she joking with me? Is she making me be the fool? I pry open her mouth with my foot and stick my big toe inside. I move it around in anger.
“Is this your idea of a joke? Bringing me a fake ledger? Did father put you in this? Is this a ploy for both of you to make fun of me? Huh? Is it?”
In my anger I tried to force my whole foot down her throat but my rationality returned before I could pursue that action. I breathe to calm myself down and remove my foot from her mouth. I had the idea of stepping on her neck in anger but I resisted the temptation. I settled with stepping on her breasts instead. Then, I look down on her.
“Answer me.”
It takes her a while to answer as I stare at her. She looks around and hesitate for some reason.
“I copied it.”
“What?
She copied it? All of this? It may not be much but copying a whole ledger would not be insignificant. I have been reading through it all this time and these records are from a few years ago.
“Where did you see this? Do you know where he hides the other copies?”
“N-no. This is the only one that he showed me. It was from a few years ago so I do not know where he stores those today.”
A few years ago?
“Wait, what do you mean? You said you copied it. How did you copy it?”
She looks around in hesitation again. Even I can feel that whatever she is about to say is going to be something important. I wait for her to answer.
“Ever since I was a child, I can remember everything clearly.”
“What?”
“I do not know how to explain it but it is like everything in life is a painting. When I try to remember, I see it all vividly.”
Her words cause my mind to stop. My memories from this world do not have any idea what this could be but my memories from the other world have the answer. She has a photographic memory.