Even a being as powerful and invincible as Professor Victor can die mysteriously, his soul forced to enter the underworld.
How could she possibly reverse the rules of life and death?
But ever since she learned from Vega how to save Professor Victor, Erica had never entertained such a thought—
If Professor Victor were gone, would she become the most outstanding genius in the entire Empire?
On the contrary, all that lingered in her mind was how to rescue Professor Victor and how to get him out of this hellish place called the Underworld.
Erica never really considered herself.
She also longed to be like the professor, to stand up calmly like a hero when she was in danger.
I want to be a hero and protect everyone I care about.
This is Erica's only reason for being able to persevere in this damn underworld.
Thinking of this, Erica's trembling gradually subsided.
She took a deep breath, looked up at the crimson armor that had long since fallen silent, and forced a smile again:
"Professor, I'm so tired."
Erica dragged her heavy steps toward the crimson armor.
Her body leaned forward slightly, then she suddenly threw herself into the armored man's arms.
Her long, wet, golden hair was buried deep within her armor.
They held each other tightly, like koalas unwilling to leave.
This is a dream, so she can let go of everything and honestly admit her exhaustion.
Here, she could snuggle up to this imaginary 'Victor' without any reservations and pour out all her heart.
Then hug the other person tightly and tell them:
"But I will never give up."
Just a little longer, just a little longer.
Once I wake up, I will never have the chance to rest as peacefully as I do now.
She must continue through this trial and persevere to the end.
Just like how Professor Victor saved her countless times.
She also wanted to take him away from the underworld.
To become a true 'human hero'.
because……
I like you.
"So, I want to continue following in your footsteps."
...
Before she knew it, a blurry darkness enveloped Erica's vision.
She opened her eyes groggily.
It felt very damp around me, but behind me was a soft blanket, as if I were in a warm embrace.
The splashing water near her ears made Erica open her eyes wide and lower her head.
She saw her snow-white skin submerged in the azure pool, the rising mist obscuring her vision.
His injuries have almost completely healed.
The tattered clothes still covered her body, barely concealing her vital parts.
Erica could feel the trench coat still on her back, which meant that everything she had just done was a dream.
No wonder the dream felt so real, because she was actually soaking in a hot spring.
So, it was indeed the god of sleep who helped her?
"It is such a kind god," Erica thought.
She was just about to stretch when a hand suddenly touched something very soft.
"Um……"
Um?
A soft, delicate humming sound came from behind her, which made Erica puzzled.
She stood up abruptly, splashing water all around her.
The water surged and flowed gradually down her body.
Erica stared in disbelief at the woman leaning against the pool in front of her.
The other person was dressed in a pure white dress, and the warm water in the pool soaked her whole body, revealing her perfect figure in a way that was both visible and hidden.
Erica lowered her head, looking at the other person's erect silhouette.
She gradually realized what the soft thing she had just touched was.
Then, she looked at the goddess in front of her as if she had woken up.
She rubbed her eyes, gradually shaking off her drowsiness.
Then he looked up, glanced at Erica in front of him, and gave her a gentle smile.
A soft, gentle voice rang out.
"Ah, you're awake."
Erica thought to herself, no wonder she dreamed about Professor Victor.
It turned out there was someone lying right next to me.
But……
Why are you... here?
Upon hearing Erica's question, Persephone smiled slightly.
He then stretched, cracked his neck, looked at her again, and said with a smile:
"You had a nice dream, didn't you?"
Erica nodded subconsciously, but then blushed and quickly shook her head.
She must never let anyone know about the dreams she has!
But then, Persephone stood up again.
Completely disregarding whether her skin, exposed by her soaked clothes, would be visible, she smiled brightly at Erica and said:
"It feels good to finally see the person you've been longing for, doesn't it?"
"By the way, the Victor in your dream just now was real. You weren't dreaming."
...
"Hmm? Why aren't you saying anything? Are you unhappy?"
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