Chapter 37: The Hidden Truth After Awakening...

Good morning, Tim.

Good morning, looks like you're still awake?

Tim glanced up and immediately saw Enid's extremely prominent dark circles. The consequence of her unusually fair skin was that she hadn't slept all night, and her slight fatigue was also very noticeable. He could probably guess what was going on; it was clear that Bruce had found out about something he had been trying to hide.

That's normal, isn't it? After all, she can't be a stupid idiot; things that are too conspicuous can't be fooled.

"Yes, I didn't sleep all night. Luckily, I don't need to work or study, although it will be over soon."

She shrugged nonchalantly, pretending to enjoy her special breakfast as if nothing had happened, and casually praised Afu's cooking skills, "It's an honor to receive Miss Fia's approval, but unfortunately it doesn't have any beauty or skin-nourishing effects, and it can't cover up your dark circles. I think sleeping might be more helpful."

Well, faced with Afu's slightly dryly humorous sarcasm, Enid could only reluctantly accept it. She tried to raise her hand to show her obedience, "I promise I'll go to sleep after I eat. I just found some bugs last night, and then spent the whole night killing them, and also thought about why there were bugs in the first place."

She subtly shifted her pain, not wanting to appear overly vulnerable, even though she knew everyone seemed to think so. But Enid knew she was, after all, a Great Druid. Well… never mind, she couldn't hold back. At least in front of her family, she didn't want to just be a Great Druid.

"That's a real shame. I'll check the entire manor for insects later."

“No need, Afu. There are no bugs now. I just need some sleep.” She paused. “At least I’m alright now.”

A few sparkles began to appear in her eyes, making her look better than she did before going to bed last night. Tim wasn't surprised at all; based on his profile of Enid, she was sure she could pull through. After all, Niaf was Niaf, and the God of Nature was something else entirely. Enid usually respected the God of Nature more.

“That’s good, Miss Fia. But if you have anything to say, you can speak with the master, or with me, or with others, I think they would all be happy to, right, Master Tim?”

“That’s right, Alfred.” Tim nodded. “I guess Dick must be really enjoying this.”

He received a message from Dick early in the morning. Enid blushed a little when she heard this, then smiled, not out of pride, but with a hint of joy.

"I'm going to sleep now. I'll look into this matter again after I wake up and try to find the Storm Child before tonight."

The pale blue dreamscape resembled bubbles and red bits of flesh after a whale shattered on the seabed. In the interlacing intervals, the surging cold washed away the original waves on the sea surface until it was dyed red and soaked through. The mirror shattered, and the moment the glass shards hit the ground, her eyes opened. Sweat poured from her forehead. The air conditioner was still running stubbornly. She could clearly feel the chill when she lifted the blanket, but she still complained about the heat.

In the instant her breath caught in her throat, the air seemed to thicken. Enid struggled to her feet and saw that the clouds formed a tattered gray sky, without a trace of the sun, only a dim silver that was gradually disappearing.

In a panic, Enid rushed off the balcony and fell. In the quiet afternoon, she shattered into pieces on the mirror as she fell. No one screamed, no one caught her, as if she had never existed. Then the mirror cut her eye, and she awoke from her dream once more.

Outside the window, the sky was blue and the clouds were white. It was a rare good day. There were no silver rays or crows, only the sun burning purely.

She just had a dream, in which she woke up and fell asleep again, and finally woke up once more.

"Brother, do you think I'm awake right now?"

She dialed Dick's number, and the call was answered almost instantly. The slightly distorted voice that came through the page carried a serious sincerity, and she heard the answer she had been longing for.

“Of course, don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Dick keenly noticed the tremor in her voice. “What dream did you have?”

Enid hesitated, unsure how to describe it. In the end, she could only vaguely describe the bizarre dream: a blue ocean shattered in a mirror, and she fell and woke up. It was hard to describe clearly, as if the moon was being shattered—magical and terrifying.

“This doesn’t sound like a good omen, but obviously dreams are usually the opposite, you’re just worrying.” Dick’s voice was as light as possible. “So don’t worry, I’ll always be here for you, Fia.”

“I’m not actually afraid to face things like death or anything else, because those things are predetermined.”

Enid sounded unusually relaxed. She turned on the speakerphone and threw herself onto the swing chair that the vines had climbed onto. The backrest was stuffed with soft cushions, big enough for the petite Enid to squeeze in. The vines picked up a soft blanket and covered her with it, while also holding the phone.

Clutching the blanket, Enid leaned back in her chair, her head tilted. She didn't speak, but Dick's voice was earnest and penetrating; she could almost see the serious expression on his face. "No, nothing is predetermined."

Is this an argument?

"Of course not, I just wanted to tell you that nothing is predetermined or necessary. Overly absolute terms are definitely not desirable, are they? I think what's needed more is resistance."

Dick often disliked judging others' teachings and past experiences, but at this moment he felt a little sorry for Mary Reed—well, he just sighed at not understanding her teachings to Enid. He didn't deny Mary Reed's existence, but he just didn't want Enid to accept the idea of ​​fate.

“I understand what you mean, okay, I’ll give it a try. It’s just that, although I really want to say don’t tell them about my dream, I feel like forget it, there’s nothing to hide about this dream, I’m just wondering if it’s some kind of omen? I’ll try to investigate some hidden places in Gotham.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lyra's somewhat unpleasant voice rang out. Enid looked over and met those innocent eyes, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Dick heard Lyra's voice and Enid's sigh. "Sounds like our hard-working Ms. Lyra, getting ready to get to work?"

"Yes, that's right. So, even animals that come to Wayne's house can be infected with the signs of workaholics? You agree, Mr. Workaholic Grayson, or perhaps the real culprit is our Mr. Bruce, who was the workaholic from the very beginning, working day and night."

Enid couldn't resist making a little joke, then she reached out and patted Lyra's head. Yes, she had offered her head out to let Enid pat her; Lyra only felt motivated when Enid touched her. Her earnest eyes conveyed her unwavering determination to protect Enid.

"Of course, after all, he is Bruce."

"Yes, he is Bruce."

Her eyes were gentle, and when she mentioned her father's name, their eyes softened in unison, mirroring each other's expressions despite the distance of a city.

Enid looked at Lyra again, reached out and let Lyra stand on her arm, then gently kissed Lyra's forehead. Meanwhile, Dick on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed something, speaking with a hint of amusement.

"You agreed to Ms. Leila's request, didn't you?"

"Yes, as expected of you, Dick. Of course I agreed, because you know I have no way to resist them."

"Yes, I know. Then please tell Ms. Leila to be careful."

Lyra's voice came through the phone. Although he didn't understand the specific meaning, Dick inexplicably knew that she was thanking him and saying she would be more careful. That was obviously what she meant. Knowing that Dick could understand the sentence, Enid didn't bother to translate. Instead, she jumped off the swing and opened the window.

The migratory bird flew away from the window, its black form disappearing into the cloudless blue sky, becoming a tiny dot. Enid hung up the phone and switched to a special channel for conversation.

“She’s gone. Lyra is the most perceptive; she can always spot things I can’t, because they’re the same. But I’m not sad anymore, because I’ve guessed… how the Storm Child will truly be killed.”

Hidden in the annals of history, due to the rules of oral transmission and the scarcity of written records, no one questioned the authenticity of the original text. However, once the truth was gradually revealed, Enid was able to glean untold truths from the texts she had memorized so thoroughly.

It wasn't just the words, but also their source of power, combined with the false content within those words, that made Enid suddenly realize what the real weapon was.

“But…” she began, but Dick finished the sentence, “He’s sticking to his principles, and so am I.”

Dick didn't say it explicitly, nor did he directly stop Enid from speaking, because this was a step she had to face. No one could make the decision for her—whether to seal her away, kill her, or something else. Of course, they would try their best to find a better solution, but that didn't mean Dick would directly stop Enid. What Dick hoped was that Enid could think clearly about the profound consequences and ending for herself.

"I know, well maybe, but what I really wanted to say was, you really did date Barbara, right?"

Dick paused for a moment, not expecting the topic to shift so quickly. Meanwhile, Enid, who was browsing the Gotham Forums, stumbled upon information about past Robins and Nightwing, including speculation about Dick and Barbara's relationship.

"I was just joking, don't take it to heart."

Realizing that she had awkwardly and even somewhat inappropriately changed the subject, she seemed a little jealous, but not of Dick and Barbara being together. She didn't quite understand what it was, but she wasn't actually sad.

“No, it’s nothing, there was a time.” Dick’s tone became much more serious. “But that’s not important, because the one I love now is you, so Fia, are you jealous?”

"No, of course not! Actually, I've been confessed to before... well, at school."

"Wait! Didn't you go to an all-girls school?"

Hearing Dick's very loud voice, Enid couldn't help but burst into laughter. She slumped onto the bed, wrapped herself in the blanket, bumped into the teddy bear by the bedside, and hugged it, kneading its ears.

"Yes, it's an all-girls school. I haven't seen him before, but he definitely looked like a man, although I don't know where he saw me before, so I refused."

Dick, who had actually guessed what Enid was hiding, was still taken aback. He finally relaxed a bit and said somewhat helplessly, "You scared me to death. I thought I'd have another rival of a different gender. I need to think about how to change my approach to pursuing her, at least so I don't fall too far behind, right?"

"Hmm...no, you've never fallen behind, never."

Enid looked out the window at the empty sun after Lyra had gone, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

On the other end of the phone, Dick could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

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Author's Note: Alright, Dick's role is almost over for now, and we'll soon be moving on to some main storylines.

The Stormbringer is coming soon, but not in his true form.

The relationship between Lyra and the Stormborn will not be one of sacrifice; no small animals will be sacrificed.

Actually, Mei Bao doesn't really care about exes. She just suddenly wanted to change the subject and chose "hahahaha." Maybe Mei Bao actually likes Barbara more!