"Your eighty lives after that... didn't happen here." Cedric gently touched Cecilia's face. "Your body... was used by that witch as an anchor to reshape the world."
Cecilia reflexively moved Cedric's hand away from her face. Her forehead throbbed. She could still process everything, except for the fact that she couldn't remember the other eighty lives he had spoken of.
"I don't believe that. I remember every single one of my lives, except the one you spoke of."
"Of course you won't remember it," Cedric said softly. His gaze dropped again. He had promised to be honest with Cecilia. Therefore, Cedric would be honest without leaving anything out.
"Being an anchor to change the world means... allowing your body to be taken over by someone who can bring about the desired change. That witch entered your body for eighty lives. During that time... your soul continued to drift just like what happened to the real Queen Julia in this life."
