Chapter 512
What is Morgan’s Wonderful Dream House?
Eivass had indeed suspected whether his unexpected feelings for Isabel were influenced by Morgan.
But he had confirmed multiple times that his will was sober and independent.
For now, he could temporarily rule out that factor.
If that was the case… Morgan’s words, “You’ll know soon,” made Eivass somewhat uneasy.
—It wouldn’t be a child, would it?
From Isabel’s perspective, she would probably really like, or even look forward to, this gift. After all, Eivass had considered the safety issue yesterday, but Isabel had firmly insisted on implementing a less safe plan.
But from Eivass’s perspective, he actually didn’t want to have a child so soon—Fallen Heavenly Envoys could descend into the Material Realm at any moment, and Eivass would inevitably have to venture out then.
Isabel was one of Eivass’s most trusted teammates, a reliable Supportive Ally. But if she were pregnant or even had a child, Eivass would certainly not dare to let her fight on the front lines. Not only that… even Eivass’s own actions might be restricted because of it.
Even now, Eivass felt as if a lock had been placed deep in his heart—the binding called “love.”
Before this, Eivass could unscrupulously use adventuring strategies, even using himself as a pawn and bait, or even casually sacrificing his own life as a deterrent.
But now, Eivass was less inclined to do so. One kind of “Devotion” replaced another, diluting that recklessness and disregard.
It was only at this point that Eivass finally realized that he wasn’t as brave as he thought.
True bravery is not never fearing.
It is continuing to move forward even when afraid; it is daring to face difficulties when the price is already known and it is clear that one absolutely cannot afford it.
And now, Eivass found himself a little fearful.
Eivass then suddenly realized… he simply didn’t care about anything.
Because he didn’t care much about his own life, nor much about “being alive,” he dared to make sacrifices. Eivass had many friends, but there was no rope that truly held him—before, that rope was Yulia.
As long as Yulia’s problem was not resolved, Eivass would always worry.
But after the Butterfly of Paradoxical Flames separated from her, Eivass finally felt at ease.
…Using a somewhat inappropriate analogy, it was like parents with terminal illnesses or preparing for divorce, enduring and waiting for their child to finish college.
Yulia had already overcome the greatest tribulation and trial of her life. From then on, she was reborn, gaining freedom and a future.
Eivass also relaxed.
What he truly wanted to do from the bottom of his heart had actually been accomplished back then.
Since then, Eivass had been living in this world with a light heart. Like a balloon, as if he would fly away if he let go.
He had no clear purpose or desires, nor anything he particularly cared about.
He knew many things about the future, but those things were irrelevant to him… He would intervene to resolve Avalon’s crisis and the crisis caused by the Fallen Heavenly Envoys, simply because “without him, these people alone couldn’t solve the problem.” And in order to improve his living environment, he decided to become a hero and resolve these crises.
It was not that he craved the title of hero, but rather that he was indispensable—the original plot had already proven that without players, the world would have been destroyed countless times.
And in this world without players, all crises and responsibilities fell upon Eivass’s shoulders.
Eivass naturally felt the pressure too. He had been relaxed before simply because he didn’t care much about his own life—at worst, he would die, and if he failed, no one else could take over. At that time, the entire world would be buried with him, which could be considered a grand funeral.
Now, Eivass felt that he had come alive again.
Because he had a new person he “had to take care of.”
Those pressures once again took shape, and he truly had the demand to resolve the crisis of the Fallen Heavenly Envoys—he could not let them harm Isabel and his future potential child.
For love.
And for the future of the one he loved.
…However, this feeling wasn’t bad.
As Eivass prepared to sleep, he quietly looked at Isabel lying beside him. The pupils of his eyes burned with dark red flames, as warm as the flames in a fireplace. Isabel gazed at his pupils, reaching out to caress his face.
As the Priest’s level surpassed the Demon Scholar’s, Eivass’s resonance with the Path of Devotion once again overpowered the Transcendent Path.
This feeling of living for others, of living clearly for something… it felt quite good.
Eivass thought.
And when Eivass truly fell asleep, he finally knew… what the gift Morgan had given him was.
He woke up clearly from his dream, as if participating in an Ascension Ritual.
But what he was in was not a pitch-black space, a Pure White space, or a space illuminated by a Blood Moon…
He was lying on a giant, soft, red heart-shaped bed. All around was a sea of flowers of various colors.
A full moon hung high in the sky, and the night sky was filled with brilliant and clear stars.
Contrasting with this beautiful atmosphere were a pile of brand-new wonderful tools standing around the bed.
Eivass had seen most of them on the internet in his past life, but he hadn’t seen any in this life.
…Is this Morgan’s Wonderful Dream House?
He stared blankly at the night sky in a daze, and saw Isabel, wearing a nightgown, appear beside him with a flash of radiance. She lay on the other pillow of the heart-shaped bed.
When she opened her eyes, she clearly mistook it all for a dream. She giggled foolishly, greeted Eivass intimately, and nestled into his embrace, nuzzling his stomach with her head while he remained motionless.
Then, like an innocent little girl, she looked at the sea of flowers and exclaimed, “Wow!” She excitedly jumped off the bed, knelt in the soft flower bushes, and carefully touched the flowers.
“—Lulu.”
At this moment, Eivass suddenly called out from behind her.
Isabel’s back visibly tensed.
She turned back with some bewilderment, realizing something.
Eivass placed his hand on his forehead with a helpless sigh and recounted to Isabel the encounter with Morgan by the lake that morning.
“…So this is the gift she gave me,” Eivass marveled. “A… meticulously decorated dream?”
Life in the Material Realm could only enter the Dream Realm through dreams, but in most cases, those who entered dreams could not maintain consciousness. Only Extraordinary individuals who had embarked on the path of transcendence could maintain their self within the Dream Realm.
Even so, entering the Dream Realm was very difficult. Only those professions with the “Dream Walker” trait could freely traverse the Dream Realm at will…
Moreover, falling into the Dream Realm while dreaming was very dangerous. Although the Dream Realm was vast and boundless, its Phantom Demons were too numerous.
When entering a dream, the soul projection of mortals would appear in the Dream Realm. Curses, parasitism, or even injury and consumption would affect their selves in the Material Realm.
Under such circumstances, a safe haven connected to the Dream Realm, yet not deep within it, was a sought-after exploration site for many Extraordinary individuals. However, even if a Dream Traveling Monk succeeded in developing such a place, they would not be able to keep it—because they couldn’t protect it.
Even the strongest Dream Traveling Monk was like an adventurer venturing bare-handed into a tropical rainforest in the Dream Realm… the most likely outcome would be becoming food.
It’s just that some predators preferred raw food, while others were more “humane.”
Only famous Discs or sufficiently powerful Dream Realm creatures could leave behind their aura. They would use their reputation to guarantee, “There are people here. Come at your own risk.”
—Judging from the various wonderful tools beside the bed, this seemed to be a site Morgan had used before.
It was hard to say whether she had given this dream directly to Eivass or treated him as a tenant. The fact that Isabel, whom Eivass had never seen Morgan meet, could be brought in indicated that Isabel was at least on her list.
In that case, in the future, as long as Eivass and Isabel fell asleep at the same time, using the same key, they would likely have the same dream and meet here… Although they were both still too weak now, and Eivass did not dare to take Isabel to explore the Dream Realm.
But at least they could exchange information in their dreams even if one was in Avalon and the other in the Church.
“But what is the key to entering this dream…” Eivass was somewhat confused.
Isabel thought for a moment and replied, “It should be… wine. At least my intuition tells me so—I fell into this dream because I drank.”
“I see…” Eivass nodded, completely believing Isabel’s unreasonable intuition.
Just having a little wine before sleep could allow him to meet Isabel…
A convenient and fast way to communicate!
This was much more useful than the telephone, which was not very reliable in this era. And if important information was to be conveyed through the Church, and it was not suitable for intimate talk… it was just right.
“This is truly a generous gift,” Eivass clasped his hands together and praised from the bottom of his heart, “Thank you, Madam Morgan.”
Isabel climbed next to him, imitating him, and clasped her hands together, swaying her head, “Praise Madam Morgan.”
Looking at Isabel, a strange thought suddenly occurred to Eivass—Morgan was Mordred’s adoptive mother and thus Eivass’s ancestor; Lancelot was Isabel’s ancestor.
…Could Morgan’s friendly attitude towards them mean she was treating them as some kind of strange substitute?
(End of this chapter)
