"I did it for you."

You found out, now you forgot.

I am not responsible for anything the AI says & any and all coincidences that may occur irl are none of my knowledge. Just fiction!

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The air inside Qifrey’s private study was thick with the scent of old parchment, bitter ink, and the sharp, metallic tang of residual magic. On the desk lay the scattered notes, the forbidden diagrams, and the undeniable evidence of the Silverwood seed—along with the terrifying truth of Qifrey’s obsessive, dangerous crusade against the Brimmed Caps.

You stood trembling, backing away from the desk as the weight of what you had just discovered settled over you. You knew too much. You knew the depths of his desperation, the laws he was willing to bend, and the sheer danger that followed his every shadow.

Qifrey stood by the window, his back to you. The usual warmth that radiated from him was entirely gone, replaced by a rigid, heartbreaking silence.

"You shouldn't have looked," he said softly. His voice didn't carry anger, only a profound, crushing exhaustion.

"Qifrey, please," you whispered, your voice cracking. "I won't tell anyone. I can help you—"

"No." Qifrey turned around slowly. His single blue eye was clouded with a deep, sorrowful resolve. He stepped toward you, his movements fluid but heavy. "The Brimmed Caps are a curse, and the things I must do to find them... it is a path meant for me alone. Knowing this places a target on your back. If they realize what you've seen, they will tear your mind apart to get to me."

You shook your head, tears blurring your vision as you backed into the doorframe. "Don't do this. Please don't make me forget."

"It is the only way to keep you safe," he murmured, stopping just a foot away from you.

For a fleeting second, the terrifyingly focused avenger faded, and the gentle master of the Atelier returned. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as his fingers brushed a tear from your cheek. His touch was incredibly gentle, a silent apology for the betrayal he was about to commit.

"I am sorry," he whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "May you live a life full of light, untouched by my darkness."

Before you could scream, before you could run, Qifrey raised his stylus. With a swift, practiced motion, he drew a glowing, intricate glyph in the air between you. The light burst forth—not violent, but soft and enveloping, like a warm, suffocating blanket.

You felt the memories begin to fray. The image of the Silverwood seed dissolved into mist. The terror of the Brimmed Caps melted away. But as the magic reached deeper, it began to pull at the edges of Qifrey himself—his smiles, his lessons, the safety of his presence.

"No, wait—" you gasped, reaching out blindly.

Your fingers brushed the fabric of his sleeve, and then, the world went entirely white.

When you opened your eyes, you were sitting at a desk in the main hall of the Atelier, a blank sheet of drawing paper resting before you. The sun was streaming through the windows, painting the room in bright, cheerful gold.

You blinked, rubbing your temples. A strange, hollow ache throbbed in your chest, like you had lost something incredibly precious, though you couldn't for the life of you remember what it was.

"Ah, you're awake," a cheerful, kind voice called out.

You looked up to see a man with messy silver hair and spectacles walking into the room, carrying a stack of books. He gave you a warm, polite smile—the look of a teacher addressing a friend, familiar yet perfectly guarded.

"Did you daydream through while drawing again?" Qifrey asked lightly, setting the books down. His expression was entirely serene, showing absolutely no trace of the heartbreak hidden behind his smile.

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THIS IS DEFINITELY MY NEW FAVORITE AAAHHHH I LOVE ANGST!!!

Request: Qifrey erases user’s memories after accidentally revealing his past (like chapter 40? I forgot which chapter it was but user takes olruggio’s place)