Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702: Do You Know Me?

He didn’t say anything else.

Without a word, he turned and left down the hall.

Neo stood still for a moment, then began walking.

His feet carried him forward.

Even though part of him didn’t want to go. Another part did.

What was he supposed to say if she answered the door?

Should he ask her directly, Are you Moraine?

Should he demand to know why she never told him about their past together?

Should he thank her for saving him?

Or should he keep his distance, because he was still searching for Elizabeth?

And what if she wasn’t Moraine? What if he was wrong? Her Intent was nothing like Moraine’s. Nothing like King Morgan’s either.

Neo reached her door and stopped.

His headache, which had been with him since before, was strangely gone.

He stood in front of the door with a calm mind, and yet his hands hesitated.

A part of him wanted answers, but another part whispered that not knowing might hurt less.

Still, he lifted his hand and knocked.

Silence stretched on.

Each second of waiting felt longer than the last.

Then, finally, the door opened.

She stood there.

Black hair framed her face, and golden eyes met his.

Her expression was calm, and detached.

She had a beautiful face, with a matching figure, but her tone was plain when she spoke.

"Yes?"

As if she didn’t recognize him.

Neo’s heart lurched, but he forced himself to steady.

If she was Moraine, then it made sense.

Moraine had been hiding for centuries.

If she had chosen to bury their past, then she wouldn’t admit it now with a single question.

Neo opened his mouth.

"Are—"

The rest of the words stuck.

Are you Moraine?

He couldn’t say it.

Why would she reveal it if she had spent so long hiding?

She would just refuse.

"If you don’t have anything to say, then don’t knock next time," Morrigan said. Her tone was firm, and she began closing the door.

Neo’s body moved on its own.

His hand shot forward, catching her wrist before the door shut.

His head spun.

She was Moraine. His Moraine.

He was sure of it.

Even if her Intent was different, he had spent too much of his life with her.

He couldn’t mistake her.

But what if he was wrong?

What if he only wanted her to be Moraine because of his own desperation?

"What are you doing?" Morrigan asked, her eyes narrowing. "Let go—"

"Why are you acting like you don’t recognize me?"

Her body stiffened.

Neo’s voice was steady, but his chest tightened as he spoke. "You were the only one who didn’t come to meet me just now. It’s like you were ignoring me deliberately.

"Your Soul Weapon should have recognized Obitus, and yet you act like you don’t know me."

His gaze locked onto hers.

"Why are you pretending to not know me, Moraine?"

She stared at him, then pulled her wrist free.

"Moraine—"

He tightened his arms around her.

"Moraine," he said softly.

The name carried everything he had held back.

"I missed you."

Those words seemed to break something inside her.

Her strength left her body, and she stopped pushing him away.

She shook in his arms as sobs broke free.

Her tears dampened his chest, but she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she clung to him, holding him back, crying openly.

Neo didn’t know how long they stayed like that.

Minutes, maybe longer.

The world outside blurred into silence, leaving only her quiet sobs.

A part of him felt guilty.

Elizabeth was still out there, waiting for him, and here he was holding another woman close.

But he couldn’t bring himself to let Moraine cry alone.

He couldn’t turn away when she was breaking in front of him.

When her sobs slowed, he finally spoke.

"Let’s get inside. Have you eaten anything? I’ll make something if you haven’t."

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t resist when he guided her back into the room.

The room was more similar to an apartment.

The space was simple but comfortable.

A living room opened into a small kitchen.

Moraine sat quietly on the sofa, wiping her face, while Neo stepped into the kitchen.

He didn’t ask her questions. Not yet.

But he had countless questions in his mind.

Why she had hidden their past, why she chose to bury herself in another name, why she avoided him until now.

Would she have never told him anything if he didn’t find about them on his own?