Let’s Make Saving a Habit - Chapter 112

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Chapter 112
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When I came to my senses, I found myself standing before Elysion.
It was the moment he had confessed to me on the Banquet Hall Terrace just moments ago.
I dazedly touched my chest where hot blood had been flowing just seconds before.
Naturally, there was no pain, and no blood dripped down.
When I die, I return randomly to one of the saved viewpoints.
When I was five years old and abandoned in the Monster Forest, this ability had felt so cursed.
Yet thanks to it, I managed to survive.
Meanwhile, Elysion blinked as he assessed the situation, and when his eyes found me, his lips curved upward.
“Tania, have you finally come to accept my confession? I thought you’d need more time, but this is unexpected.”
Having experienced countless viewpoints spiraling out of control, he grasped situations with remarkable speed.
But I could not smile at such an Elysion.
Only then did he sense something amiss, and his expression hardened as he asked.
“…Tania, are you alright?”
At that tender question, my composure crumbled and tears spilled forth.
As my legs gave way and I collapsed, he rushed to support me.
“Tania!”
All my worries about how I would face Elysion proved meaningless as I clung to him and began to weep uncontrollably.
Shame was nothing compared to the terror and despair that consumed me.
“Sion, I… *sob*, *sob*!”
I tried to say something through my tears, but my breath came in gasps and I could not speak properly.
It felt like waking from a beautiful dream into a harsh, cold reality.
Elysion pulled me into his embrace in alarm, seemingly deciding that calming me was the priority.
I had always known that the peace we’d enjoyed was excessive.
I had steeled myself for the possibility that the forces targeting Father could appear at any moment.
There were times I even wished they would come sooner.
I had sworn countless times that even if I died repeatedly, I would rise again and take my revenge…
But experiencing death itself was utterly horrifying.
I must have been taking death far too lightly.
I had thought myself accustomed to death, having already died multiple times.
But experiencing it again, I understood.
Death is something one can never grow accustomed to.
How had my five-year-old self endured such terrible agony dozens of times over?
The thought made me even more sorrowful, and I gripped Elysion’s sleeve tightly.
“Until the moment you confessed to me, I thought today would be the greatest day of my life…”
Everything had fallen apart.
There was too much to think about, and my head spun with vertigo.
It was already complicated enough knowing that Elysion possessed a nullification ability and retained all his memories.
Why had a force that had been silent for over a decade suddenly appeared today of all days?
Wait, before that—were they really after Father’s life?
Why did they target me?
If they’d meant to use me as a hostage to blackmail Father, they wouldn’t have killed me outright.
Did they want to eliminate Father’s loved ones one by one?
And I was their first target?
Or were they a completely different enemy, unrelated to whoever was after Father, with me as their sole objective?
I couldn’t tell.
My mind felt overloaded, unable to process anything clearly.
As I wept endlessly, Elysion apologized to me in a voice laden with guilt.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t considerate enough of you.”
He seemed to believe my tears stemmed from the betrayal of him hiding his ability all this time.
In a way, that worked out well.
When he spoke to me with such tender concern, I found myself crying and embracing him—but that was a mistake.
I couldn’t drag Elysion into this, not when he had nothing to do with the forces pursuing Father.
This matter had to end with me alone, without anyone else suffering harm.
When I didn’t respond to his apology, Elysion grew restless and opened his mouth as if confessing a sin.
“At first, it was just selfishness.”
His low voice pierced my eardrums, and I flinched involuntarily.
“When we first met, I loved how you admired my face. I thought it was cute how you’d rewind time after finishing dessert just to eat it again.”
At his sudden praise and mention of how I’d rewound time, my face flushed crimson.
What on earth was he saying right now?
“But if you knew that I remembered everything about the time you rewound, you’d never show me that side of yourself again, so…”
“Ah…”
“That’s why I planned to tell you slowly, when the time was right.”
The saying about a thief’s feet itching fit perfectly.
But that wasn’t why I was crying.
He was doing his best to comfort me by confessing his heart.
“But after going back twelve years, things changed. It wasn’t because of my selfishness anymore—it was for you.”
“For me…?”
“I wanted you to rewind time freely, without worrying about my existence.”
My mouth slowly fell open.
I’d never imagined Elysion could be so considerate of me.
“Tania, I… I wanted you to accomplish everything you couldn’t achieve in your previous life.”
At his endearing confession, my turbulent emotions gradually settled.
Somehow, I’d cast aside my negative feelings and focused entirely on his words.
It wasn’t a situation where laughter should have emerged at all.
Yet strangely, instead of tears, laughter began to leak out softly.
Elysion, you’re always helping me.
I wiped my tears with my sleeve and pulled back slightly from his embrace to meet his gaze.
“So you knew everything—that I was trying to steal Sion’s position and get adopted into the Papiope Household?”
“Tania, I was truly fine with it.”
“But….”
“Duke Papiope will eventually become my mother anyway.”
I doubted my ears. Did he really just say…?
“Are you saying it doesn’t matter because she’ll become your mother if you marry me?”
“Yes.”
When his affirmation came so readily, I was utterly flabbergasted.
How was such a thought process even possible?
“Who said they’d marry you?”
“Who else would I marry? You said yourself—there’s no one but me who fits your ideal type perfectly.”
“…You remembered that?”
A faint memory surfaced of describing my ideal type to him when he was younger.
Elysion chuckled as though it were obvious.
“Of course. Someone older than me, both physically and mentally. Or are you saying you’d rather marry some old gentleman instead?”
I had nothing to say.
But as I worked my lips, desperate to argue somehow, he continued with an expression that brooked no dreams.
“There’s no escaping this. I’ve even prepared something in case you try to say otherwise.”
“What…do you have now?”
Elysion quietly narrowed his eyes into crescents and opened a spatial rift, retrieving something from within.
The moment I saw it, my mouth fell open.
What he confidently produced was a wish token I’d given him years ago as payment for developing the escalator.
I asked carefully, my expression uneasy.
“What are you planning to do with that?”
Elysion extended the wish token toward me and made his request with utmost sincerity.
“Marry me, Tania.”
I suspected as much, but I never thought he’d actually have the audacity to present it like this.
“What kind of madman proposes with a wish token?”
“Me.”
At his cheerful admission, I let out a small sigh.
“Put that wish token away—the one you’ve treasured so carefully. Don’t use it now.”
Elysion’s expression fell as he gauged my reaction.
“…Are you refusing? Are you still very angry with me?”
“That’s not it!”
I turned my head away sharply, avoiding his gaze, and mumbled my words.
“We should start with dating…take things slowly, don’t you think?”
Though I’d whispered so quietly at the end that it was barely audible, Elysion heard every word and broke into a radiant smile.
“So you’re accepting my confession?”
Honestly, knowing everything as I do, I can’t deny that his confession stung in that moment.
But when I think of everything I’ve done to Elysion since turning back time, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Because it meant he loved every version of me, even those.
What must he have been thinking, trapped in those unexpected reversals of time, day after day?
How did he endure it?
I couldn’t comprehend it.
“Elysion, you remember when I kissed you and ran away… How could you act so composed about it?”
“I wasn’t composed.”
“What…?”
“I wanted to touch you. I wanted more than a simple kiss—I wanted to kiss you deeply.”
Elysion drew my hand to his chest, over his heart.
I felt the vivid pulse as if his heart had been laid bare before me. It was racing impossibly fast.
“But I endured it and waited for the right moment.”
That moment is today.

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