vrcanaries Chapter 117 Response in the Dream
Chapter 117 Response in the Dream
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——Soon, the knights arrived. Grace and Giuliana waited at the door to let the Knights of Favonius enter the room.
Captain Gunhild came here with librarian Lisa and other Knights of Favonius. After Jyn assigned them tasks, the knights investigated around the room.
Then, Qin walked to Samuel's bed, knelt on one knee in front of him, and bowed her head:
"…Your Majesty, forgive me for being presumptuous, but I must strictly check whether your room is safe."
Samuel raised his hands to help her up to show his understanding.
Then Qin asked him about the details, and Samuel gave her an overview of what happened.
The more Qin listened, the more her brows furrowed, and she lowered her head in deep thought.
She had just thought for a while when Lisa came over with a serious expression.
Qin came back to her senses, turned around and asked her: "How is it, did you find anything?"
Lisa also frowned, looking unusually serious:
"Just as you inferred on the way here, Qin, it is a kind of instigation and pollution that is not often used by the Abyss Cult.
"The last time they used this strange power was during the dragon disaster when they infected the East Wind Dragon."
Jean Gunnhild took a slow, deep breath and then looked at Samuel.
"Your Majesty, please protect yourself for the next period of time. The Knights will also arrange personnel to guard you." Qin said, looking out the window, and continued, "In addition, the number of guards around the courtyard where you live will also need to be increased."
Samuel nodded, then started to discuss some of his own opinions and related matters and arrangements with Qin.
——Since he made a suggestion to Captain Qin last time and it was approved and implemented, and he gradually got used to using the rights attached to his identity as "Your Holiness the Pope", Samuel also began to talk to Qin about his opinions, views and needs.
"...Okay, I think this arrangement is fine. It won't disrupt the daily operations of the church district, nor will it put too much pressure on the Knights' human resources." Samuel nodded, agreeing with the plan.
"It's decided then. I'll start drafting the charter when I return to the Knights Templar, and it will be implemented in less than half a day." Qin responded.
Lisa, who was standing by, yawned, looked at the moon outside the window, pushed her piano, and said:
"Okay Qin, it's getting late, it's time for Your Majesty to rest.
Jean reacted, stood up and gave Samuel the salute of the Knights.
After saying goodbye to each other, she left with the knights of the order as Samuel watched.
After telling Grace, Giuliana and other nuns outside the door to go down and rest, Samuel lay on the bed for a while, looking at the breeze blowing outside the window, and closed his eyes again.
Gradually, I fell asleep.
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——He found himself falling in darkness, endless and without rest.
The pair of wings behind him could not be flapped, and their existence could not be detected at all.
He knew he was dreaming.
Perhaps he had experienced too many things today, whether it was the affairs of the old nobility or the Abyss Cult, they all made him feel palpitating.
Although the reaction at that time was not too intense and he seemed calm on the surface, there was fear and resistance in his subconscious mind.
So when he dreamed at night, he dreamed of such darkness.
He struggled, but found that no matter what he did, he could not leave, nor could he stop falling.
Just as he was feeling a little worried and scared in the darkness, not knowing when he would fall to the bottom, the young bard in a green bonnet flapped his white wings as if glowing and slowly descended.
He held his hand and took him away from the boundless darkness that made him feel unknown and frightened.
The next second, he blinked and found himself sitting with the young bard on the thick branches of the big oak tree named "Vanessa" in the windy place.
Under the sunshine, the breeze blows slowly.
Dandelion seeds float slowly in the air with the wind, and the leaves rustle, as if playing a piece of music called "nature".
As he was in a daze, he suddenly felt his cheek being gently poked.
He turned his head and looked at the boy who made him feel friendly, at ease and familiar just by looking at him.
"Why did you suddenly have a nightmare?" He heard the boy ask in a concerned voice, "Are you scared?"
"Lord Barbatos..." he muttered.
"It's me." The boy nodded first, then asked with a smile, "My little slime, do you miss me, the Wind God?"
He did not deny it, but watched Him nod slightly.
The God of Wind smiled as he quietly moved closer and then hugged him.
He froze and didn't react.
It turns out that I am just... dreaming.
Then he heard his god whispering at his neck:
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, the wind will always be by your side, protecting you."
“Hmm…” The young man with shoulder-length white hair raised his hands stiffly, looking a little at a loss.
This is a dream...
After a moment, he mustered up his courage and imitated the god in front of him, placing his hand on his back, gently, not daring to use too much force...
…responded to His embrace.
The feeling at that moment was like the evening breeze gently blowing through the branches, and a feeling of comfort and peace came over my heart.
The seed buried deep in my heart seems to be sprouting quietly.
After a moment, the god released him and took out his little harp.
He said slowly, "Do you need me to tell you a story to ease your fear?"
Before he could open his mouth, He immediately added, "Ah, you are not allowed to refuse. It is rare to have such an audience."
He had no intention of refusing, so he nodded, expectantly.
Seeing his blue eyes full of hope, the god couldn't help but laugh.
Then He cleared His throat and adjusted His mood.
The fair and slender fingers plucked the strings, and the melodious notes danced slowly. The boy narrated gently and patiently:
“When the first wind in the world began to blow, the birds that yearned for the sky had wings but could not fly…
"They asked the wind god how they could embrace the sky.
“The wind god replied: The most important thing you have not yet found…”
His voice was gentle and peaceful. The white-haired boy looked at Him carefully and listened.
A breeze blew across a green leaf. As the god spoke gently, the white-haired boy watched His lips opening and closing, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.
It's just a dream anyway...
“…The most important thing is not the strong wind, but courage—” After a moment, the melodious tune suddenly paused, and the god’s leisurely words also stopped, and the narration stopped at the end of the poem.
The sound of the strings lingered in the wind for a long time, and what came into view was the magnified emerald green eyes of the god in surprise.
He knew it seemed like blasphemy.
But the god did not refuse, instead he was very happy.
The next second, He put down the harp and responded to him.
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——Samuel sat up in bed, and the soft morning sunlight slowly shone through the window onto the carpet in the room.
Birds are singing outside the window, and their melodious calls make people happy.
However, His Holiness the Pope of the West Wind Church had no intention of feeling the freshness and tranquility of nature at this time.
He breathed slightly and put his hand on his forehead. His handsome and gentle face was now flushed.
Everything in the dream was vivid in my mind, without missing a single thing.
An ordinary dream could never reach this level. Samuel knew other reasons, but he didn't dare to think about them.
Feeling the strangeness under him, the white-haired boy with disheveled hair and wearing thin pajamas sat on the bed, his face flushed with shame.
What did he do...