I Pray That You Forget Me - Chapter 110
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However, the taunt I threw out hoping to provoke a reaction yielded no response from him. This doesn’t necessarily mean my assumptions were wrong; his complete lack of agitation only aligns with the theories I’ve built.
“Can we save the conversation for later? Johann, I feel dizzy.”
“I will send my wife back if there’s nothing important.”
“Then do so.”
“No. I absolutely won’t go without you.”
Come on, naive girl. You think I’m here to threaten you…
“I’ll be careful not to say anything that might make Rize faint.”
My target isn’t you; it’s Johann Renner, that fraud pretending to be your husband.
What kind of man is Johann Renner?
“If your husband hasn’t lost his memory, then why has he forgotten the traditions?”
After sensing something suspicious around Christmas, I started investigating Johann Renner and had him followed. However, there were no suspicious activities or statements to be found.
‘That can’t be true.’
For a moment, I doubted the abilities and loyalty of the agents I assigned to watch him, especially during that time when the foolish woman had withered away, believing her husband was actually cheating.
I called in the men who were monitoring Johann again, and they confirmed that he wasn’t seeing anyone else. They said he was so devoted to his wife that whenever someone tried to flirt with him, he would naturally deflect by boasting about her.
‘He’s managing to use a woman who isn’t even his wife quite well.’
In any case, the idea of Johann Renner meeting another woman was a ridiculous delusion. If a woman were obsessed enough to eavesdrop on her husband at work, it made sense she would fall for her own delusions.
While she was a rare beauty, it was unfortunate that after confirming she had issues at the head, I found it hard to trust her words. Yet, there was no reason to doubt the statements of those with sound minds.
‘You hadn’t had a relationship with Johann Renner for some time? Not even a kiss?’
If that was consistent with my suspicions about Johann Renner’s true identity, it became even more concerning.
‘That soulless bastard probably thought he had a conscience in that area and refrained from touching a woman who isn’t even his wife.’
At this point, I was convinced I knew what kind of man Johann Renner really was. Damn it, I just lacked the solid evidence to take him down. The foolish higher-ups only trusted my past records and dismissed my words.
So, I intended to uncover the bastard’s true identity on my own, but every potential source of Johann Renner’s records lay beneath enemy control, leaving me without any substantial evidence. So I came here to gather that evidence myself, but…
“I confirmed it when the Renner couple first came to our village to register their residence. They had a discharge certificate issued by the military.”
When I suspected his military background, the village chief stepped in to shield Johann Renner. And when I dug for more…
“A person who has had tuberculosis shouldn’t smoke. It could easily relapse.”
The zealot intervened to protect him.
Was he a zealot or just part of the same group?
I felt a fleeting doubt, but it didn’t linger.
Of course, I initially suspected that Rize Einemann was a cunning accomplice skilled enough in her innocent facade. I kept probing, but her actions didn’t align with that of a conspirator.
Your husband seems suspicious. Why isn’t he sharing his past? Is he hiding something? And hasn’t he told you not to take the writings yet?
Despite a military officer persistently doubting her husband’s true identity, she didn’t seem worried. She brushed off all this suspicion as my scheming and merely found it bothersome.
That woman might be a brazen bastard, seamlessly playing her role, but it was only after I boldly threw out my bait that I confirmed Rize Eineman was merely a pitiful victim.
“I’m curious whether you’re in league with your husband or if you’re being deceived by him.”
If she was in cahoots with him, she would have fled with Johann Renner as soon as I hinted that I knew their identities. Yet the ‘Renner couple’ still remained in this remote village.
However, that didn’t prove that Johann Renner was a good citizen like his ‘wife’. She probably dismissed what I said as nonsense and didn’t relay it to her ‘husband’.
‘If Johann Renner finds out later that I didn’t inform him about this, he’ll resent me deeply. He’ll hold that resentment until his last breath.’
The clueless woman likely doesn’t realize she’s missed the chance to save her ‘husband’, a life she treasures above her own. Yet this oblivious woman sometimes confuses me.
“Have one.”
A tuberculosis patient shouldn’t continue smoking even after recovery, as it significantly increases the chances of relapse. This was basic knowledge for anyone who had suffered from tuberculosis or had a relative who had. However, for those who were far from tuberculosis patients, it wasn’t necessarily common knowledge.
But what if Johann Renner accepted a cigarette without hesitation?
To investigate and dig deeper, I would need a basis for others to empathize with my suspicions. From there, I could try to uncover the truth about his tuberculosis struggle and his military records being fake, but an unexpected interruption prevented me from reaching my goal.
“A person who has had tuberculosis shouldn’t smoke. It could easily relapse.”
Is that woman hinting at something to her ally who is unaware of that fact? I suddenly suspected she might be helping him naturally avoid a trap.
But still, Rize Eineman remained utterly innocent and naive.
