All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Jim’s voice emerged from the shadows of the cave, low, deep, and mysterious, carrying a subtle but unmistakable hint of disdain, almost like a soft blade of arrogance sliding across the air.“Actually… you don’t need to literally say a wish to the Holy Grail itself. You see, as long as your inner desire, your personal, burning, all-consuming wish, is strong enough, the Grail will sense it naturally when you approach it. It doesn’t analyze or judge the consequences of your wish, it doesn’t ponder whether your desire will bring chaos or peace—it simply responds. But the stronger your desire, the more certain it is to manifest into reality.”As soon as the last word left his lips, the air seemed to thicken and freeze.Elias and Alia both instinctively halted, their breaths caught, brows furrowed in concentration, their minds processing Jim’s confirmation of the rules they had only glimpsed in the old diary.Even though they had studied the mysterious rules and known fragments of the Grai

“What is going on here?”Edgar’s voice rolled across the clearing—deep, steady, carrying the weight of authority—yet even he could not entirely hide the faint strain sharpening its edges.The slanted shaft of light cut through drifting dust, and every pair of eyes fixed on the man trapped behind the newly fallen stone barrier.Then Jim suddenly raised his voice, loud enough to echo inside the narrow space, as if he had grabbed onto his last lifeline.“Boss, my cover’s blown! You have to tell your daughter—we’re on the same side!”His shout was like a boulder thrown into a perfectly still lake.Expressions changed instantly.Especially—Eryx.His face drained of color, then flushed a violent blue-red within a heartbeat, as if someone had slapped him in front of the entire world.As for Edgar?He didn’t flinch.Not even a pause in his breathing.It was as if he had foreseen every possible twist, had rehearsed every answer, and was now merely watching a play unfold exactly as predicted.

But when the column of light fell upon Alia, she did not collapse, nor did she so much as cry out in pain.Instead—It was as if the air itself were gently parted by an invisible hand.A ring of translucent ripples spread outward from Alia’s feet, slow and silent, like a drop of water disturbing a still lake.And then, all at once, everyone’s pupils constricted.Because memories appeared.Not inside Alia’s mind—but projected into reality itself, unfolding like a vivid, silent illusion across the air.And every single person present could see them.It felt as though they were all being pulled into Livia’s world.⸻◆ The Memories BeginAt first, Alia’s body still stood within the beam of light.But the perspective in the projected image—her movements, the way the world framed around her—shifted subtly, unmistakably.This was not Alia.This was— Livia.Livia walked down an ancient stone path, her steps soft yet unbearably heavy.Her body looked drained to the point of collapse, shoulder

◆ Jim’s Truth: The Laughter of the Puppet MasterEveryone’s gaze snapped toward Jim.And Jim suddenly threw his head back—laughing.The sound ricocheted off the stone walls around the altar, sharp and metallic, cold enough to scrape bone.“Hahahahaha…You’re only realizing it now?”His voice dripped with mockery and feverish excitement, as if he were watching a grand chess match he had arranged piece by piece for years finally reach its climax.He lifted his chin, a manic gleam flickering in his eyes:“When I first laid eyes on her—I was startled too.”His laughter trembled with an eerie chill.“Because that look… that aura… that ridiculous little ‘act’ she put on… everything screamed a truth none of you could ever hope to notice.”He took slow, deliberate steps forward, savoring their shock like a fine wine:“She had been touched by the Holy Grail.Influenced.Changed.”“You may have grasped only half the truth…But I know the Grail’s rules better than any of you.”Jim placed a hand

Everyone was stunned.The shock spread through the air like an invisible pressure, tightening around their chests.The memory that had just been projected before them—vivid, immersive, as though they had personally lived through it—had snatched the breath from every single person, leaving them momentarily unable to react at all.When the vision vanished, the world fell into instant silence.Even the wind seemed sucked out of existence.Only the heavy, echoing thrum of heartbeats pounded deep within their ears.After a long, long moment—A faint, trembling inhale came from the ground.Alia moved.Her fingers twitched first, a subtle tremor like the first crack spreading across thawing ice.Then her lashes fluttered; her eyelids slowly lifted.In her eyes swirled a storm—fear, confusion, emptiness, pain—until, as her focus gradually sharpened, she realized—Everyone had seen that memory.She understood exactly what had happened.And in the next second, her tears burst forth—like a dam