Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2680: Sansa’s Nephew

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, TSR Guild Headquarters

"Partner with you? Ha! That’s funny," I laughed, then added, thanking her, "But thank you for coming here in your original body. I know you did it to prove how sincere you are about helping me unite the five regions under one ruler. It saved me the trouble of having to hunt you down myself."

"You know, I don’t think my plan had any major flaws. It would have worked. It’s just that you had already decided to kill me, hadn’t you? You never planned to let me live, just like I never planned to let you live either. Even though I didn’t want to, I still ended up underestimating you," Sansa said, finally realizing how foolish it had been to believe I would spare her despite the grudge between us.

She let out a long sigh before adding, "It seems you didn’t inherit your mother’s stupidity along with her eyes."

"Sansa, since we might not see each other again, I want to ask you something. How can you love someone so deeply? Especially someone who doesn’t return that love, someone who loves someone else?" I asked. Not out of curiosity, but out of genuine awe at the depth of her devotion.

I had heard of the sayings:

’Don’t try to understand crazy, it will consume you.’

’You have to be crazy to understand crazy.’

Still, I needed to know how she had been so certain that Demigod Baylor was the love of her life. I wanted to understand the reason behind her unwavering dedication to a love that was never hers, a love that belonged to someone else.

It wasn’t just Sansa. Demigod Baylor was the same. He remained fixated on a dead woman who had chosen another man over him. Even while he was married to a woman who wasn’t merely devoted to him, but loved him deeply enough to burn the world for his sake, he still loved the dead woman as if waiting to reunite with her in the afterlife.

The same held true for young Wyatt’s mother, Elleen Wyatt. Mama Wyatt chose to abandon her old reality to build a new one with Papa Wyatt. From young Wyatt’s memories, I could tell that despite their many struggles, the Wyatt couple had been genuinely happy together.

Meanwhile, I loved three women and couldn’t bring myself to choose between them. It made me wonder whether what I felt for Susan, Anna, and Jill was truly love, or something else entirely.

I knew it was far too late to be questioning this, but when it came to my love life, I felt insecure. It’s not that I doubted the girls. I knew the three of them loved me, because they had chosen to share what should have belonged to each of them alone with the other two, solely for my sake.

"You sure you want to know?" Sansa asked, without taking it personally. When she saw the firmness in my gaze, she decided to answer. "Despite everything, your mother was my best friend, and I was hers. That makes me your aunt. I suppose that obligates me to help with your love life."

"Really? You didn’t hesitate to try to kill me at every opportunity, yet you feel obligated to help with my love life?" I remarked. Only a madwoman could justify that kind of logic, and only someone just as mad could understand it.

"Don’t be snippy, young man. Do you want my help or not?" Sansa snapped back.

Hearing her, I felt something crawl under my skin and shuddered without meaning to. She noticed immediately and grinned, making it clear she wasn’t afraid in the slightest and was fully confident she would walk away alive.

"Yes, but act normal," I agreed, asking her not to act weird trying to play the aunt I never had. The unsettling part was how natural and convincing her act actually was.

"I love my husband, and I’m devoted to him because he is the love of my life, my soulmate," Sansa began accepting my request to act normal. "From the day I met him, I could only see him. Everything else became a blur and background noise. From that moment on, it felt like there was nothing to life but him."

She then looked straight into my eyes and asked, "Wyatt, do you feel the same way about those three girls? If you don’t, then you don’t love them. You’d better break it off now, before it turns into something ugly and explodes in your face."

I widened my eyes as I listened to Sansa’s words. I didn’t think we were close enough to comment on, let alone advise, each other about our personal lives. And yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t just advising me but was aggressively pushing me toward breaking things off with Susan, Anna, and Jill. Which was crazy because just a few moments ago she was using them to threaten me. Why does she even care?

"Honestly, it didn’t bother me that he didn’t love me back," Sansa continued. "I was content knowing that I loved him more. What bothered me was that, just as I could only see him, he could only see her. That meant he couldn’t see me, he couldn’t see how much I loved him. As long as she was there he would never see me so even though she was my best friend, she and everything of hers had to go."

I was stumped and glanced at Sansa, a single thought surfacing in my mind. Was she justifying the slaughter of the entire Wyatt family to me?

’What am I even doing listening to her? I don’t have to stand here and hear this woman try to justify her actions. Let’s end this,’ I resolved, preparing to act. But just as I was about to make my move, she spoke again, "Wyatt, I’m sure the love of your life is somewhere out there. Don’t rush into things."

There it was again. She was clearly trying to steer me away from Susan, Anna, and Jill. And that made me wonder. Why did she keep doing this? What does my love life got to do with her? This was so odd and random.