Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 465 - Chapter 465 Chapter 463 The Shadows Memory

Chapter 465: Chapter 463: The Shadow’s Memory Chapter 465: Chapter 463: The Shadow’s Memory Roger stood at the corner of the corridor.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he wasn’t lying on the grass but standing at a corner at the end of the corridor.

The woman beside him had disappeared, yet the air seemed to still carry her scent.

The dark sky above was dominated by a high-hanging moon, its light shining through the colored glass window above, illuminating the corridor and his figure.

He knew this place too well, the wall behind him, this was where Anna had once discovered the Shadow Gate.

Noisy sounds reached his ears–the shouting of the medical staff, the smell of disinfectants, and the scents carried on the bodies of countless female nurses as they came and went.

None of this escaped Roger’s perception.

“Anna turned out to be Green’s daughter!”

Roger wasn’t clear about how all the previous events had unfolded, but what he had just experienced must have been a conversation that had taken place many years ago between Green and Anna’s mother.

Her mother should have been an ordinary person.

Roger didn’t know if Green at that time was an ordinary person, or if he was already a rising Transcendent.

If it was the former, then how exactly did he rise from nothing to become the leader of the Round Table Knight Order in such a short time?

And if it was the latter, as a Transcendent, they might lust after the bodies of ordinary women and engage with them, but the chances of forming a marriage and having offspring were miserably low.

So what was Green’s purpose at that time to marry Anna’s mother and have his own child?

Somehow, Roger was more inclined to believe the latter.

In the previous interaction, the way Green determined the gender of the child had revealed many issues.

He knew.

Or rather, he could know.

Even without controlling this body, Roger could sense the indifference exhibited by it; he stood in the corner, his face showing neither sadness nor joy.

Listening, feeling his wife giving birth.

No signs of pain or anxiety were found in him, not even the initial cries of the child left a ripple in his heart.

This was an exceedingly cruel person.

“Sir, Mr. Green!”

“Congratulations, you are a father now!”

A plump nurse came running out of the room, jubilant, with a bundle in her arms, revealing half of the baby’s cheek.

“It’s a girl, as beautiful as her mother.”

Roger really wanted to step forward to see baby Anna, but his current body was Green.

Green remained unmoved, even his facial expression didn’t change.

“No need to come over, just stand there.”

He looked at the infant in the nurse’s arms, and for the first time, a flicker of a smile crossed his face.

“Good, very good.”

“Take her down.”

“Also, would you kindly inform the kitchen for me.”

Green suddenly spoke.

“I’m very hungry now and would like to eat something.”

The plump nurse’s eyes widened. She had heard such requests from some of the women after giving birth, but it was the first time she heard a man make such a request.

“What is he going to do?”

A trace of bad foreboding arose in Roger’s heart. He even felt that helping Anna search for the other parts of her body might have been a mistake.

Some memories are better left unrecalled.

Green’s initial indifference and the slight excitement he showed upon seeing Anna were too abnormal, not to mention his unusual rise to power.

Roger had once checked the archives of the Dublin Round Table Knights for information about Green.

Yet many of the details contained within looked like legends, and there were even paradoxes between them.

A Transcendent still alive, yet his related information could not be found in the data. Not even the most fundamental part, which was indeed very bizarre.

This person seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, with no trajectory of growth, abruptly reaching heights that many people could hardly attain in a lifetime.

Of course, there had been many who wanted to research the secrets behind Green’s upbringing.

But those people… heh.

Night fell, and at this time, Roger found that he was no longer anyone; he seemed to have become the entire estate. Every dark corner was a part of his body.

Yes, these memories did not belong to a single person but to every shadow that had ever existed within this estate.

He saw a little girl groggily waking from her sleep and descending the stairs as if sleepwalking. All the while, Green, fast asleep in another room, showed no reaction whatsoever.

The girl reached the first floor, passed the end of the corridor, and there, a pitch-black door had appeared on what had been an empty wall.

Darkness surged from behind the door, and a voice urged, “Open it.”

“You can’t escape, Green.”

“There is a price to pay for a promise made.”

In her drowsy state, Anna pushed open the door. Dark energy engulfed her, and with her body trembling, she stepped forward with her right leg.

“Who was the entity behind the door?”

“Clearly, it had tracked down Green’s location through the Shadow World and launched its retaliation.”

While pondering this question, Roger did not notice the surroundings had changed; it should’ve been morning, with servants gradually bringing food to the long table.

A bacon roll, a glass of milk, cream cheese spread with blueberry jam, and a thin pancake.

Green silently ate his breakfast, sitting beside him a woman with slightly plump cheeks and black hair. Her eyebrows were still delicate, her eyes large and round, only now they lacked the innocence and vivacity of the past.

The mural on the wall depicted the lineage of family successors, and the most prominent position was reserved for a family portrait of three.

The young Green, upright and handsome, and the beautiful woman beside him, with the most critical person being the little girl sitting in a chair between them.

Anna.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse from the corner of his eye, Roger nevertheless noticed that in the portrait, the Anna sitting in the chair had a blooming daffodil obscuring part of her body.

A right leg.

“Miss Lietta, Miss Anna is throwing a tantrum again…”

A servant hurried down from upstairs. The woman sitting by Green sighed and put down her food, “I’ll go see her.”

From start to finish, Green maintained a monotonous rhythm of eating. He didn’t seem to be eating. It was as if he were completing some task.

“Anna’s right leg?!”

“What happened in this house, or rather, what did Green do?”

Roger was inwardly alarmed, not daring to continue his train of thought. If one of his conjectures was correct, the outcome was all too cruel for Anna.

Time slowly passed, and everything in this house continued to play out. Fortunately, in the following period, Anna showed no physical incompleteness.

Her missing right leg seemed nothing but an accident. The woman aged, but Green still maintained his original vitality.

At night, the maid, bleary-eyed, finished the story and then covered Anna with a blanket, quietly leaving the room.

The sleeping Anna, though young, already showed the potential of a beauty; her cheeks were slightly reddened from the warmth, appearing like two tempting apples.

The entire estate fell into silence, the light flickered, and a shadowy figure suddenly appeared in the room, gazing at the sleeping Anna, his face unable to hide the murderous intent.

“I’ve been away for so long, why do you still follow me?”

“I thought this child was an unintended gift, but in the end, she turned into my nightmare!”

“You are clearly my child, so why do you look exactly like that woman!”

The figure raised the weapon in hand and left behind a chilling statement.

“No! You are not Anna!”

“You are the night!”