"After finding him, should we question him first, or kick him first...?"
With this playful question in mind, Shirley clutched the throbbing pain near her right shoulder and gradually drifted off to sleep.
Consciousness sinks into dreams, just as it sinks into the depths of the ocean.
Her consciousness continued to advance and descend into the deepest darkness, and the perception granted by the dream made her feel the spiraling atmosphere around her.
After an unknown amount of time, the journey through the depths of consciousness came to an end, and the scenery suddenly changed.
The scene before her rippled for a moment, then returned to calm. Shirley broke free from the torrent of consciousness and found herself in an unknown space.
It can probably be considered a corner of the brain that has not been occupied by anything else.
There was no light around, but it wasn't exactly dark either. To be precise, it was a layer of murky mist, which was called "chaos".
A woman gradually appears in the dreamer's field of vision, and the dreamer discovers that the person in front of them looks very much like themselves.
The person existing in the stream of consciousness, with eyes half-closed, floats listlessly on a shallow sea, like a powerless doll, an abandoned porcelain doll.
Neither floating nor sinking, and not knowing how deep the water was, the dreamer only saw that the water surface covered the hem of her clothes.
She had a head of bright red, silky hair that was floating on the surface of the sea with the gentle waves;
Wearing a white rose crown, the once vibrant petals were now wet from the seawater, making the flowers look extremely withered;
The emerald green eyes lost their luster, yet they were filled with an unyielding determination to desperately crave something.
She wore a plain-colored gauze dress, with a jade hairpin tied around her waist;
Her bare right arm was adorned with a gold ring, a royal symbol, and her necklace glittered.
Noble, elegant, radiant, and exceptionally beautiful. Shirley felt that the woman in front of her resembled herself.
However, she was incomparable to me in terms of temperament or other aspects. Moreover, in terms of both dress and appearance, she resembled a noble princess living in an ancient palace, pure and untainted by the world.
This isn't the first time I've dreamt of her. But each time, after emerging from the torrent of consciousness and encountering her in a deeper space, I involuntarily wake up in a fright.
Shirley sometimes wanted to tell her friends about this magical dream, but every time she opened her mouth, she would completely forget it.
After all, she wasn't as sensitive to such illusory things as dreams as Philsa was.
This time, the woman's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something to Shirley.
Without the obstruction of the previous vortex-like torrent, Shirley was now in mid-air, as if she were in a weightless universe.
She used all four limbs, swimming freely, to gradually approach, trying to hear her words clearly.
"Alphonse..."
Shirley swam as fast as she could, and by then she was less than ten steps away from the person floating on the sea surface.
"Alphonse...go save him...he's just to the north..."
The powerless speaker kept repeating the same sentence, and not only that, but Priscilla, who was in this space, kept repeating the same sentence.
Sherry reached out her hands, trying to pull her away from the sea. At that moment, a hurricane swept in from an unknown direction, first blowing Sherry away from Priscilla's arm, which was almost touching her, and then whipping up a giant wave comparable to a wild beast, which engulfed Priscilla.
At this point in the dream, Shirley suddenly woke up, her consciousness returning to reality.
“Alphonse…go save him…he’s just to the north…” Priscilla’s tired yet urgent, heavy yet clear voice had been lingering in my ears ever since I woke up.
Shirley's head throbbed, but her mind was unusually clear. She knew perfectly well what this dream meant, Alphonse—
That is, Firsa is about to face or is facing danger. If you follow her instructions and search along the road to the north, you should be able to find her.
For the first time, she decided to believe the guidance of her dreams.
She gently touched the mark that had appeared deep on her right shoulder, feeling sincerely grateful for Priscilla's suggestion.
Meanwhile, because she was only focused on the dream after waking up, she was slow to realize a fact—the mark no longer caused her excruciating pain.
Moreover, after resting, she was full of energy, and her demonic meridians were flowing smoothly.
The emblem, having awakened, shone with an even more dazzling emerald green light than before.
If the light of Firza's emblem is called "phosphorescence".
Therefore, Sherry's awakened emblem light at this time can be described as "emerald light".
Upon discovering this, the owner of the emblem felt a new divine wind aura surrounding him, like a guardian spirit.
"With this power... I won't have to rely solely on Philsa for protection like before..."
Sherry prayed silently, thanking Priscilla once again for granting her the powerful emblem's strength. For the first time, she, like Priscilla, felt a thirst for power.
Sherry found Orina on the first floor of the inn. There was no Knights Guild in the village, so Orina's activities were limited to the village inn.
She was only staying temporarily in this remote place for business and did not intend to stay long.
Shirley explained that she had deduced where Philsa was—of course, the so-called deduction was just made up, and she didn't want others to know about the dream for the time being.
“I… sorted out the situation at the time. I think I should be able to find him if I just keep searching along the road to the north.”
At first, Olina didn't quite believe Sherry's unfounded "speculation," until Sherry took her hand and led her to the hotel's women's changing room, wanting her to confirm something.
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