I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 105
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Johann, who had been listening quietly, flatly rejected the idea. I thought a doctor was unnecessary, but I was surprised that Johann felt the same way.
Just a little while ago, he had been considering consulting a doctor.
“Not needed? A leading expert in neurology could help recover your lost memories. Still unnecessary?”
“Memories…”
“Oh, is that why you think it’s unnecessary?”
The Major projected his usual assumptions onto Johann, who looked puzzled by the remark. He calmly met the gaze of the persistent military officer and responded.
“Of course, I wish for my wife to recover her memories, but there is no doctor who can do that.”
“Still, you never know.”
From the Major’s vague reply, it seemed that the idea of the bunker doctor being able to restore my memories was merely his own notion.
“For Rize, the future she can have is far more important than the past she has lost. Hope for something unattainable leads only to despair. I want my wife to suffer no more.”
“Johann, but…”
Curious about our exchange or perhaps wanting to help, Mr. Koehler, the village chief from Mullenbach, intervened and sat down at our table.
“Isn’t this a rare opportunity? Since the Major is suggesting it, why not let Rize see the doctor? She does seem to be in pain these days…”
“It’s not an illness.”
“Oh? Then that means…”
Mr. Koehler’s eyes widened as he looked at me.
“That’s why I’ve noticed you’ve been taking care of Rize like a precious child lately!”
He then burst into laughter and extended his hand to Johann.
“Congratulations to you both. Even in difficult times, the birth of new life is worth celebrating.”
Mr. Koehler had mistakenly assumed I was pregnant.
“That’s not it.”
Johann shook his head with a regretful smile.
“It’s the anxiety over the air raids.”
“Ah… the air raids… I suppose that’s understandable.”
The threat of air raids was not my concern alone. The expressions of everyone, from Mr. Koehler to the soldiers, darkened as they united in worry. Meanwhile, the Major simply smirked. It dawned on me that he was somewhat aware of the true reason behind my erratic behavior, albeit incorrectly.
That would be a disaster if said it. Johann would understand perfectly. That can’t happen. For the sake of our peaceful marriage, I will pretend I can’t remember until the end.
I just need to endure. I can do that. I don’t want Johann to find out about my little act and turn our delicate play into something precarious.
However, Johann seemed to have sensed something was off; he was fixated on the Major.
The Major smirked again and then jumped into a story about how another soldier had misidentified the bunker’s location and accidentally bombed the wrong area. Only then could I finally exhale the breath I had been holding.
“…At first, he couldn’t even catch a mouse, and now he’s turned into a butcher in just six months.”
What started as a conversation about air raids gradually morphed into each soldier’s nightmares from the battlefield.
“I was so terrified I thought I’d have to secretly take care of him as a commander before he turned his gun on us. I was losing my mind…”
A lieutenant recounted the hardships he had endured because of a private under his command.
“They crushed a person into a bloody pulp, leaving no trace of humanity…”
As I sat there in a daze, Johann suddenly covered my ears with both hands. He then protested to the lieutenant, who was sharing such brutal stories.
“I would appreciate it if you refrained from such remarks in front of a lady.”
Johann was not wrong, but the lieutenant scoffed at him.
“You seem more pale than the lady, don’t you?”
It wasn’t even a serious issue, yet the officers took offense and started to challenge Johann.
“From your tone, you sound like a noble’s son. It seems you haven’t seen much of the battlefield yet?”
Those skeptical eyes were clearly questioning whether he had avoided military service through money. That was illegal. If discovered, he would be dragged to the front lines immediately.
I finally decided to speak after remaining silent for so long.
“Johann was drafted.”
I spoke as if I remembered, but in truth, I was just repeating what I had heard.
“Then why are you here? You seem perfectly fine.”
“You don’t have to lose a limb to be discharged. I was honorably discharged due to tuberculosis.”
“Tuberculosis?”
The lieutenant continued to glare at Johann with suspicion.
“Do you have proof?”
