Sona would fulfill at least in appearance the wish of her Tower, from the first intrusion into her servant's mind Sona Sitri felt disgust and revulsion for this magic but now it was just and what she needed the most.

--I will hate myself for the rest of my life and maybe he will hate me for this too...forgive me Souji...

In a blink the image of Sona Sitri the elegant beauty with black hair and purple eyes like amethysts disappeared and was replaced by an attractive young woman with long black hair with slight hints of purple left loose running down her back, skin slightly white but still. tanned by the sun and large pale violet eyes filled with infinite joy and concern for others, not counting her correctly formed figure that could turn seven out of ten men on the street, that combination of seduction and innocence was the image of what was once the receptacle of affection and the crystallization of it that he once shared with his tower, Natasha Hanzo, who was once a nurse, confidante and lover of Dr. Jhoam Hanzo (Madness).

Sona Sitri, disguised as the mistress and wife, stroked her Rook's dichromatic hair as a massive demonic magic circle formed around her.

--Don't apologize Jhoam~ everything is fine... Rita is fine, I'm fine, he's fine, he's fine, we're all fine, so... please... don't punish yourself anymore, don't torture yourself anymore for our fault...

Sona uttered those words full of affection and pain while cursing herself for the vile act she was committing, seeing how her Tower's eyes filled with tears again and he showed a warm and honest smile while lovingly and delicately caressing her face. disguised face.

"Natasha... I'm sorry..."

Jhoam Hanzo tearfully uttered one last apology before falling into Morpheus's arms. Leaving the young heiress of the Sitri house with a pain in her chest.

She had never received such a pure and warm love outside of her parents and her sister Serafall, not just her sister and on rare occasions she came to her with nothing but affection so this demonstration of such deep love filled with regrets, regrets and envy the girl.

--My sweet and insane Rook, Jhoam/Souji...you really make me envy that woman...Natasha...

Sona touched her face in the place that her tower had caressed, looking for the rest of that warmth that her tower gave her. She was under heavy pressure, not only did she have to fulfill her family's expectations as an heir, she had to fulfill her obligations as the student council president, as a King of her own peerage as well as a High Ranking Devil, carry out contracts and managing those of her servants, she had to take care of so many things that she felt overwhelmed, not to mention that she still had to make sure she made a path that would lead her to her dream, but what she needed most was "Force" pure and simple, her rival and friend Rias Gremory always surpassed her, be it social status, magical power, developed physique, nobility, among many other things, she was always one or two steps behind Rias, the only time she beat Rias was in the race for canceling their Commitments, which more than a good made relations with his parents become somewhat tense and the political position of his house was questioned, so more than a good it was just another stone for his already heavy load.

And now when she thought she had obtained what she so longed for, it turned out to be a broken and battered piece, the young man in her arms crying and suffering for the name of another woman, a woman who may well have died a long time ago but her Tower still loved her. she loved and mourned her loss as if it were the day before, and when she received that affection, Sona Sitri felt seized by the self she despised.

His magic had worked, he had put a necklace and a chain on his Tower, following the words of that man who called himself Madness, he put the reins on the beast and now he would take them, even if they disgusted him.

--Souji-kun...if one day you get free, I hope you can forgive me.

Sona caressed the boy's forehead, guided by impulse and jealousy towards the memory of that woman, she gave a quick kiss on the sleeping beauty's lips.

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Real World – Apartment in Ruins.

--Kaicho...

Sehichiro Saji looked doubtfully at his Mistress who was delicately supporting his companion's head, more specifically, she was giving the black-haired man a lap pillow, making him feel immeasurable envy.

--It's done...Tsubaki you can take Souji to his house, leave him in his room and come back...

--Yes, Kaichō.

Shinra Tsubaki, the beauty with glasses and long black hair, nodded to her Mistress's words and without wasting time with the doubtful looks of her companions, she took the unconscious black-haired man and transported herself to her destination, returning only a few seconds later.

--It's ready, Kaicho...

--Thank you, Tsubaki... Tsubasa, Ruruko, Saji can go home... the rest... can stay a moment, I need to talk to you.

--Yes, kaicho... x 4

After the departure of her pawns and the remaining rook Sona headed for her remaining Bishop, Knight and Queen.

--How much do you know about memory manipulation or seals? Anything will do but we have to seal Souji's mind.

She pronounced Sona much to the astonishment and confusion of her magically knowledgeable servants.

Toujou Kusaka bishop and descendant of a witch with his long brown hair styled in two braids tilted his head putting his hand to his chin, he asked his mistress.

--Kaicho~ told us that Souji-kun is sick in the head... but...

--How bad is it really?

Complimented by the other silver-haired bishop Momo Hankai, to which both the red-haired knight Tomoe Meguri and Queen Shinra Tsubaki nodded, well pressed, Sona could only concede a half-truth.

--Souji is a reincarnated, he keeps the memories of his previous life and this one wasn't very good...

--Reincarnation?

--Not like us but like web novels and fictions? That reincarnation?

--Exactly... Souji-kun is like the protagonist of one of those novels, only it seems like it's neither a comedy nor a fantasy, but more of a war drama...

Sona gave a brief summary of what she saw that day in the boy's mind, hiding only the parts referring to that mysterious Sacred Gear and the fact that she disguised herself as the young man's lover to put him to sleep.

Twenty minutes later, the women of the Sitri group were shocked and terrified by their partner's situation. On the one hand, they understood the cause of their pain, but they were frightened by the ease with which what would seem to be the "Perfect Husbando" could become the embodiment of violence and carnage.

--Kaicho... and if we just distract him, Souji lived 16 years without problems, he himself vented his problems through the sword, let's just let him distract himself with work, if he was a soldier and has everything that seems to be a Disturbed Grabe post-traumatic stress disorder, the worst thing we can do is send him off to a time of peace...

Said the redhead as she looked closely at the sleeping face of the Tower.

--He's quite handsome when he's asleep~ Too bad he's too old for me~

--Meguri-san, tastes aside, I don't think it's a good idea to let it air out, stress only causes more stress...

Replied the skated blonde Momo Hankai.

--Souji-kun is technically a man of about 35~40 years old, ex-soldier, doctor and widower...I suggest we forcefully break his psyche and put the pieces back together as best we can...that or directly erase his entire life and leave him alone with the memories of the last 16 years...

The silver-haired bishop offered .

--Hankai-san...if we delete soldier Souji-kun he would lose much of his fighting ability.

The Queen rebutted without flinching only to add with a flirtatious smile on her face.

--Though your idea of breaking it once and putting it back together, I like it~ What do you think Kaicho?

The black-haired queen handed over the decision to her Mistress.

--I already tried, his Sacred Gear... or whatever it is sealed inside protects those memories... I tried, I used family magic to brainwash him, to make him forget his wife, his daughter, make him think that it was just a dream, that his only name is Hyoudou Souji but "It" blocked my magic and the only thing I could do was make him sleep. A spell that can brainwash a high-class devil barely worked as a sedative against him...

Said Sona Sitri as she stroked her Rook's hair, remembering the warmth with which she treated when she thought she was her beloved.

--Girls... I need your help.

The heiress of the Sitri house, lowering her head in plea to her servants, knew that she alone could not hold the reins of the monster that was her servant, she doubted that her sister could give her an answer, so she could only ask for help from her sisters. companions.

--Kaicho, we will always be with you~

--You don't need to worry~ my family has contacts with big psychiatric hospitals we can hire the best psychoanalysts...

--Just keep it from collapsing... no problem...

--Kaicho trusted us, and you can always call on Serafall-sama for help.

Seeing her peerage supporting her and her Queen giving her humorous support, Sona felt that she had done the right thing, felt that she still had a chance, that she still held the reins, so she decided to take a chance and make a bet, one she might regret. later.

--Okay, let's put some blocks on his memories and... Tsubaki... contact my sister...