Chapter 51 Memory Retreival



Royal Palace, Emma's Bed chambers.

The silence of the sound-locked room was broken as Harry's voice pierced through the stillness.

"So how do I get their memories back?" he asked, his gaze fixed upon Emma, his mother, peacefully asleep on the bed. By her side, infant Lilly slumbered in tranquil bliss.

"Mm... it's quite complicated in the case of Lilly. But Emma's case should be rather easy... in a sense," replied Verma in her naked 10 cm form, standing on Harry's shoulder. Her beautiful visage of black wavy hair and beautiful black eyes gave her a doll-like appearance.

"So... Lilly can't get her memories back now?"

"No, she can't. Don't get your hopes up too soon. Not even Emma will get her memories back any time soon," warned Verma gently as she put a small hand on his cheek. Her eyes overflowed with love as she continued, "But don't worry, we will bring your mother back."

Harry nodded with a resolute face. He was not just some kid anyway; he could wait. Yet, a bit of disappointment still remained in his mind as he asked, "So baby, what do I have to do to get their memories back, and how much time will it take?"

Verma momentarily turned silent, and the silence hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. The room seemed to echo with a hushed stillness, as if time itself paused to listen. And then, Verma's voice returned, even gentler than before, accompanied by a subtle chorus of distant whispers.

"For Emma, I can say that she can get her memories back within some months, two to three months, I guess... But for Lilly... hers might take years."

Nodding, Harry inquired, "So how many years do you think it will take?"

"16... in my opinion, 16 should be the age where my trick to get memories back will work, but of course, there might as well be other ways out there that can work on younger humans."

Clenching his teeth, Harry calmed himself by repeating in his mind, 'Even this is a blessing,' and then took Verma gently with one hand, brought her to his face, and gave a gentle kiss on her head before placing her on a small shelf just by the bed.

Verma's hair danced as she stood calmly before speaking. "Hey hubby, don't do that again, okay?"

"Do what?"

"I mean, don't use force when I'm in my smol form!"

"Then why don't you grow back to your normal size?"

"Hehe, that's no fun," said Verma; Her hair danced in the air, as if carried by an invisible melody, as she stood gracefully on the shelf. The wood beneath her began to ripple and twist, distorting its form, until Verma seamlessly merged with the material itself. The shelf transformed into an extension of her being, a conduit between worlds.

Harry watched in awe as the wooden shelf morphed into an elegant, humanoid figure. Her wooden dress flowed like liquid, embracing her form, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves. The room resonated with a faint rustling sound, like leaves whispering secrets in the wind.

Her alluring smell of wood added an additional enchantment to her special being and the unique situation,

Gulping, Harry muttered, an awestruck expression plastered on his face, "Too... beautiful!"

Verma chuckled, Her mood raising before she asked, "Shall we begin?"

Harry nodded but asked for one final confirmation. "It's not that I don't trust you... but are you sure that Emma will be completely okay after doing this?" He couldn't risk his mom's well-being no matter what, after all.

Shaking her head, Verma's face blossomed with a warm smile as the wooden dress transformed before Harry's eyes. The hard, rigid structure softened and reshaped itself, molding into a delicate, cloth-like material. In a graceful motion, the wooden dress became a stunning traditional nurse outfit from earth, adorned with intricate patterns and delicate embroidery.

She stood before Harry, the epitome of elegance and charm. The nurse outfit clung to her slender form, accentuating her every curve. The pristine white fabric contrasted beautifully with her dark, flowing hair, creating a mesmerizing visual harmony.

'Even "Wood Manipulation" had so much more to it,' Harry slightly noted in the back of his mind but kept his focus still on his beautiful new woman.

Her eyes glittered as she replied to his previous question, "Losses? No! Benefits? Sure!" Pausing for a second, Verma continued, "Emma sure has a lot to gain by doing this, and even you might get some benefits."

Releasing a breath, Harry finally strengthened his resolve and asked, "What do I have to do?" He remained outwardly calm, his trembling hands the sole thing betraying his emotions.

Verma's smile remained unchanged; this was the reason she fell in love with him. He always prioritized the safety of his loved ones, loved them genuinely, and was always ready to sacrifice himself for them.

Looking at Emma once more, Verma gathered her thoughts and outlined the method to bring back her memories in her mind before she began to speak. Her voice faded into the background as a focused Harry listened intently.

"First of all, Harry, we are not just getting back Emma's memories here; we are stealing memories from the river of time itself, so keep that in mind," she started.

Harry nodded, his attention unwavering.

"To establish a connection with the river of time, Emma and you need to have a soul connection. The mother-son bond is quite strong, but that's a physical bond. We need a soul bond to link you two," Verma explained.

"How do we create that soul bond? What is it, in the first place?" Harry asked.

"Bonds, I will explain a bit later. For the problem today, I have two methods in mind. One is a life bond, and the other is a love bond. Both have their own limitations and challenges. You just have to choose one," Verma elaborated, knowing exactly what he will choose.

Curiosity piqued, Harry inquired further. "Tell me about the life bond."

Chuckling, Verma revealed, "The life bond can immediately bind your and Emma's souls together, but there's a catch. You both have to pay with your lifespans. Half of each of your lifespans will be reduced."

ραΠdαsΝοvel.cοm Harry paused, contemplating the consequences. "We only have a short life, so let's not waste it. What about the love bond?"

Verma smiled knowingly. "The love bond is even more unique. In this case," turning silent with a bit of shame, she continued, ".....you have to make your mom fall in love with you to make the contract work. Can you do it?"

His heart skipped a beat, and Harry took a deep breath, then replied with determination, "I will do whatever it takes to bring back her memories."

Verma's smile grew wider. "Good. However, keep in mind that that's just the first part. The second part is the last and most tedious step. But let's focus on the first one for now. The plan for our next action is set: make your mom fall in love with you."

Harry nodded with a warm smile, showing his commitment. He raised his fist, and Verma bumped it in solidarity.

The new battle had begun, and Harry had to prepare his new weapons,

But he had a good arsenal to choose from.