บททั้งหมดของ THE VILLAINESS REMEMBERED ME:In Every Timeline, She Chose De: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

The destruction of the last Hollow seed should have been the end. But in the days that followed, Clara began to notice something was wrong. Small things at first—a lingering fatigue, a faint tremor in her hands, moments of dizziness that came and went without warning."Are you alright?" Morwen asked one evening, catching Clara as she stumbled. "You look pale.""I'm fine. Just tired." Clara forced a smile. "It's been a long week."Morwen studied her face, her expression troubled. "You've been tired for weeks. This isn't normal.""It's nothing. I just need to rest."But rest didn't help. The symptoms persisted, growing worse with each passing day. Clara found herself struggling to concentrate, her magic flickering and unstable.---The truth came out during a routine checkup with the estate's healer. Clara had been hiding her symptoms, not wanting to worry anyone. But the healer saw through her facade."Lady Clara," the healer said, her voice grave. "There's something I need to tell you

The Archivist had always been a mysterious presence in their lives—appearing when needed, offering guidance, then vanishing into the shadows. But as Clara and Morwen completed their work of cleansing the kingdom of the Hollow's remnants, they received word that the Archivist had left something behind. Something important.The package arrived at the estate on a quiet morning, delivered by a messenger who knew nothing of its contents. Clara opened it with trembling hands, revealing a leather-bound journal filled with the Archivist's elegant script."It's their journal," she said, her voice hushed. "They left it for us."Morwen studied the journal, her expression curious. "What does it say?"Clara opened the first page, reading aloud. "To those who come after: I have watched you struggle, suffer, and triumph. I have seen you grow into the people you were always meant to be. This journal contains everything I have learned—the history of the Hollow, the secrets of the loops, and the truth

The warning had been a shadow, but it had also been a gift. It had reminded Morwen of what was at stake, but it had also shown her that she didn't have to face the future alone. She had Clara. She had their friends, their allies, their community. Together, they could face anything."I've been thinking," Morwen said one morning, as they walked through the garden. "About the warning. About what comes next."Clara looked at her, curious. "What about it?""We've been preparing for the future individually. But I think we need to prepare together. As a community. As a kingdom."Clara nodded slowly. "I think you're right. We need to build a network of people who are committed to protecting the peace.""That's exactly what I was thinking."---The plan took shape over the following weeks. Clara and Morwen gathered their allies—Aldric, Seren, the Anchor Students, and anyone else who shared their vision. They created a network of protectors, people who would watch for threats and respond togeth

The discovery came during the expansion of the academy's protective programs. Workers had been digging the foundations for a new training facility when they unearthed something unexpected—a hidden chamber, sealed for centuries, its entrance marked by ancient symbols that predated the kingdom itself."We need to see what's down there," Morwen said, her voice tight with anticipation. "This could be important."Clara studied the symbols, her brow furrowed. "These are the same markings from the Archivist's journal. This is connected to the original protectors.""Then we need to explore it. Carefully."---The chamber was small, its walls lined with faded murals depicting the early history of the kingdom. In the center of the room was a stone sarcophagus, its surface covered in the same ancient symbols."This is a grave," Clara said, her voice hushed. "Someone important is buried here."Morwen approached the sarcophagus, her eyes scanning the inscriptions. "It's the Archivist. This is wher

The peace had held for years. The kingdom had flourished. Clara and Morwen had built a life that was rich with love and purpose. But in the quiet moments, when the world was still and the shadows grew long, Morwen could feel it—a faint whisper at the edge of her consciousness, a presence that should not exist."The Hollow is gone," she told herself. "We destroyed it. Every last fragment."But the whisper persisted.---Clara noticed the change first. Morwen had become more distant, more vigilant. She spent long hours in the library, studying the Archivist's teachings, searching for something she couldn't name."Talk to me," Clara said one evening, finding Morwen hunched over a scroll. "What's going on?"Morwen looked up, her eyes dark with concern. "I can feel it. The Hollow. It's not gone. It's waiting."Clara's blood ran cold. "But we destroyed everything. The heart, the seeds, the remnants.""I know. But there's something else. Something I can't identify." Morwen's voice was strain