Chapter 31 A Bizarre Dream The small face seemed to be glowing, from the details...
"Do you think I want to stay in your body?" I said, dissatisfied. "I can't wait to switch back so I can leave."
Who would want to stay in this godforsaken place?
Byrne was very unhappy with my attitude toward his lord, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.
I ignored him.
“My lord, the other generals and officers will arrive in a quarter of an hour.” Byrne said, glancing at me again, “I was hoping to expose her true colors sooner…”
Bernard interrupted him, "The meeting will proceed as scheduled. You know nothing about this now."
"yes."
It was already early morning when the meeting ended.
The cold wind blew even stronger, howling like a wild beast.
Countless snowflakes flew wildly and swirled around us, almost turning everyone into snowmen.
I was shivering from the cold and huddled inside my cloak.
Turning around, I saw Bernard, who seemed even colder, his head completely hidden in his black fox fur.
He's inside me now—a woman's body is naturally weaker, especially during her period.
I braved the cold wind, took off my cloak, and put another one on him.
His cold, disdainful gaze peeked out from beneath the thick black fox fur.
"I'm afraid of getting cold," I said, mimicking the male protagonist in a romance novel, as I wrapped my arms around his waist, wanting to pull him into my embrace.
He stared at me coldly, seemingly disregarding my behavior.
“This is my body,” I explained again.
I held him tightly as we walked forward, like a tyrannical emperor embracing his beloved concubine, protecting him from any harm.
The wind and snow stung my face and body, causing a pain like being cut by a knife.
"Do you know why you were exposed?" he suddenly whispered to me, completely hidden inside his cloak.
"Um?"
“I can’t say things like, ‘How could he have such an absurd idea?’”
"Why?" I did say that to Byrne, but I didn't expect him to figure out I would be exposed just from that one sentence.
“That’s too naive,” he chuckled. “You should be grateful that Byrne is a relatively new general. If it were an old guy like Tendy, he would have skinned you alive. New generals are more obedient, while old generals are the opposite.”
"Skin me alive? Aren't you afraid of hurting your body, old general?"
"How could that be? It's like peeling off your skin."
I was horrified. Fortunately, Tendi was guarding the border when Rohi's army first attacked the castle, otherwise I might not have survived.
Fortunately, since the zombie outbreak, I have rarely met with the generals and officers; otherwise, if we had met more often, the chances of being exposed would have been much higher.
"Can you tell me why I was chosen?" I asked.
"What's the meaning?"
"That unfinished horror comic book," I pulled my mink coat tighter to shield myself from the raging wind and snow, "why did you choose me to draw it, and why were you whispering in my ear?"
He stopped in his tracks, a half-smile playing on his face hidden under his hat. "I didn't think about choosing anyone. Whoever I meet is who I'll be."
How did you do that?
"My body is imprisoned, but my soul can occasionally wander, traversing unknown spaces. To you, I might be a faint electromagnetic wave; I exist, but you cannot see me. Only those whose magnetic fields resonate with mine can hear my voice. You are not the only one. Some can only hear my voice, some can be manipulated by my magnetic field to draw those pictures, and some, like you, have come to the Black Castle, but in the end, only you awakened me. My energy can influence certain people sensitive to magnetic fields, carrying them through gaps or rifts in time and space to our continent, but it cannot affect their words or actions. You succeeded, perhaps because of fear. Extreme fear can activate a person's greatest potential, inadvertently revealing the method of salvation. You are the most timid of all those who have encountered me, almost scared out of your wits."
I was very unhappy to hear this, and said unhappily, "You really know a lot."
"Of course, I'm very knowledgeable."
"cut."
***
One advantage of revealing my true identity is that I now have an ally in the united front.
Bourne began to teach me about this place, things that Bernault wouldn't have bothered to teach me.
Bourne didn't know where I came from, but after learning that I was a commoner, he decided to teach me, because it's difficult for commoners to understand the overall situation of the continent and the secrets of the royal family.
"Our empire is located in the eastern part of the continent, possessing the largest territory, currently controlled by the Most family, whose most outstanding son is the king." Byrne unfolded a stack of documents in front of me. "The monarch is not the eldest son; the eldest son died of illness many years ago, and the remaining sons fought a bloody battle for the throne. In the end, our lord's father emerged victorious and ascended the throne. The Most family is now the most powerful family in the country, and the second most powerful family is the Duran family, to which the queen belongs. Many years ago, the Duran family ruled the entire empire, but later declined. However, even a starving camel is bigger than a horse; the old noble power of the Duran family is still very strong, and their family wealth is not to be underestimated. The eldest granddaughter of the Duran family was betrothed to the queen at birth. The third most powerful family is the Yod family, to which our lord's adoptive father belongs. The Yod family was a great family that founded the empire, producing two kings, but later the throne was seized by the Duran family, and they have fallen into decline ever since. However, this family still has a great reputation and is considered an important family in the empire."
"And a godfather too?" I was quite surprised.
"Of course, the lord's stepfather's daughter was also the lord's fiancée."
“Was it?” I remembered that stuttering girl.
"After the lord was sent here, his engagement was dissolved. The monarch personally ordered it, believing that the lord of this harsh land was not worthy of the eldest daughter of a hereditary noble family," Byrne said unhurriedly. "But everyone knows that the monarch dislikes the lord, and that marriage would increase the lord's power, so he took the opportunity to clip the lord's wings."
I found it strange, "If that's the case, why did you accept this powerful godfather in the first place, and even get engaged to his daughter?"
Bourne did not answer me.
After that, I spent half the night looking through the materials, but I still couldn't figure it out.
Yawning, he returned to his bedroom, took off his cloak and handed it to the maid on night duty. He pushed open the door and entered; the candlesticks in the inner room were still lit.
It was midnight, and Bernard was still busy, a stack of official documents piled on his armchair—he couldn't possibly spend every day in the royal study.
"Have you come up with a solution?" I walked over to him.
Bernard ignored me, and after a while, he handed me something from under his armchair.
My red bag? I took it in surprise, and immediately remembered that one morning he didn't have breakfast with me, probably because he went to get this.
"How are they?" I was referring to Sha Ling and Aya.
"If you listen to them, they'll be fine." He didn't even look up.
I opened the red envelope and saw my two books on drainage pipes. "How did you manage to find such a powerful adoptive father? And how did you manage to get engaged to his daughter?"
He lazily raised his head. "What did Bourne say to you?"
I shrugged. "No, he just talked about your broken engagement. I'm curious, since your father opposed you being with your godfather's daughter, why did he agree to your engagement in the first place?"
His lips twitched twice, but he didn't answer.
I laughed. "Could it be that you two got pregnant out of wedlock to force your father to compromise?"
Just a wild guess.
Seeing the slight change in his expression, I realized that I had actually guessed correctly. I never expected that someone with such outstanding talent would have to rely on this method to rise to the top. I almost laughed my head off.
No wonder his subordinates wouldn't tell me; it would be too damaging to the lord's image.
“This wasn’t my idea,” he forced out each word through clenched teeth. “It was a scheme orchestrated by my godfather and his daughter.”
"Strategic planning? That sounds so harsh. You're the beneficiary."
His voice was icy cold, “Godfather has his own plans.”
He has plans, don't you have yours? But those words seemed to have a deeper meaning. I paused, then stopped laughing at him.
Walking up to the enormous candlestick, I used pliers to extinguish almost all the candlelight. "Go to sleep," I said.
"Keep five roots."
“No, go to sleep,” I said. “I am the lord.”
His eyes were as cold as an icy pool, but I wasn't afraid. "If you don't go to sleep, I'll have my mistress sleep with me. Don't blame me if word gets out that you're impotent."
He was furious and blew out all the candles in one breath before I could extinguish them completely.
***
I fell asleep, and slept very soundly.
The floor mats are actually very comfortable, close to the fireplace, and very warm.
"Thank you, sister."
A sweet, soft voice suddenly rang in my ears.
I woke up abruptly, only to find in horror that I wasn't sleeping in bed, but standing in the pouring rain, holding a blue umbrella with white polka dots.
But my hair and body were soaked.
I was holding a floral umbrella over the head of a long-haired little girl wearing a pure white dress.
How did I get here? Standing on a busy street, or even on a modern street?
"Sister, can you help me find my mother?" the long-haired little girl asked, looking up at her.
Her small face seemed to glow, from the fine pores to the surface of her skin, dreamlike, translucent, and radiantly beautiful.
"Who...are you?" I heard my voice trembling.
"Can you help me find my mother?" the long-haired little girl repeated.
"Who...are you?" I repeated.
“You’ve seen me before, a long time ago,” the long-haired little girl finally answered, her eyes softening. “We know each other.”
"when?"
"A long time ago."
As she spoke, she slowly pulled my hand up, all the way to my eyes, covering them...
The world suddenly went dark, and the sound of the rain was especially loud.
"One, two, three... Are you all hidden? I'm coming for you."
It was a rainy day, with the rain pouring down. I turned around, facing the wall in the corridor, and said, "I'm here."
A tiny body, a tiny face, tiny pigtails—that was me at five years old.
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