Chapter 569: The Holy See (1)
A dining table was surrounded by a cozy warmth. The dishes being served were an ordinary loaf of bread, some homemade soup, thick strips of bacon, and fried eggs. Steamed or baked potatoes were piled up in a separate basket.
“Ah,” Eugene let out a sigh.
As he was putting some bacon and a fried egg onto a slice of bread, he suddenly realized something.
“So this is just a dream,” he muttered to himself.
He turned to look in the direction that a rattling sound was coming from. A woman wearing loose house clothes with an apron pulled on top was standing in the kitchen. He knew what she was doing. She was grinding her coffee beans to make herself some coffee.
Eugene didn’t enjoy drinking coffee enough to have the patience for such an onerous task. He knew that she should also feel the same way. However, as part of a quiet and leisurely daily life, even cumbersome tasks like those could become a pleasure.
Eugene silently laid down the fork he was holding.
Then he tilted his chair backward and was lost in thought for a few moments.
How long had this dream been going on for? It seemed to have lasted quite a long time. He wondered just what he had been doing before finally realizing that this was all a dream. Just what kind of life had he been living out in this dream?
He was able to recall the answers to these questions very quickly. It seemed that he had just... lived a normal and peaceful life. And for quite some time at that. With a wry grin, Eugene got to his feet.
Thud.
The chair fell backward.
“You’re not the one showing me this dream, right?” Eugene asked, even though he already knew the answer to that.
He didn’t receive any response. The rattling sound had also stopped at some point.
“Like I thought,” Eugene shook his head as he walked to the kitchen.
The figure of the woman with her back turned towards him grew blurry. Without any hesitation, Eugene stretched out his hand.
As with all lucid dreams that aren’t controlled by someone else, Eugene’s dream followed his wishes. The woman turned and looked at Eugene.
“I have to say, I really didn’t want to dream about this,” Eugene muttered to himself while staring at Noir’s face, which had a faint smile on it.
This wasn’t a dream that Noir had created for him. The remaining fragments of emotions that he felt towards her had shaped this dream all on their own. Just like the dream Noir, Eugene smiled faintly as he stretched out his other hand as well.
He could see a ring on his ring finger. Noir, who was just standing there blankly with a smile, was also wearing an identical ring on her ring finger. This was just that sort of dream.
Without a pause, Eugene clenched his outstretched hand.
The scene laid out in front of him crumpled up around his grip like a piece of paper. It kept shrinking smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared. In the blackness left by the dream’s departure, Eugene closed his eyes.
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When he opened his eyes again, the dream space was no longer in complete darkness. Countless small lights were illuminating his dream. Eugene could hear voices coming from each of these small lights. They were calling out his name. While sensing all of these voices and the different sources of faith that were connected to him, Eugene let out a wry smile.
“Was I really still dreaming even though they were being this noisy and distracting?” Eugene muttered to himself as he walked towards the light. “It seems that her curse worked all too well.”
A bright light engulfed Eugene.
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“Kyaaah!”
Until just now, all that Eugene could see was a dazzling white light, but when he actually opened his eyes, the light he saw was very dim, washed-out, and gentle. A pale, orange-colored light that wasn’t all that bright. It was the light that could only come from a night lamp placed next to a bed.
“Kyaaaaaaaaah!”
Another thing that Eugene noticed was that it was extremely, extremely noisy. This sound wasn’t coming from just one person. This was the sound of two people screaming at the tops of their lungs. It was so loud that, for a moment, Eugene missed the quiet and peaceful dream he had just been having, and he felt like he wanted to go back there. It felt as if he had suddenly woken up in the middle of a battlefield, and all of the noise was so loud that it was making his eardrums numb.
Soon, Eugene came to his full senses. Even though the light was already so faint, it was still causing his eyes to hurt. They felt sore and hot as if a beam of light was being shone directly onto his corneas. He reflexively tried to close his eyes once more, but even doing that was so uncomfortable that his body wasn’t able to obey his thoughts. He had only opened his eyes for a few moments, but his eyeballs seemed to have instantly dried up, and his eyelids felt stiff.
“Ah...,” Eugene groaned.
His lips and the inside of his mouth didn’t feel too dry to speak, but the voice that emerged sounded cracked and stuffy. His body's responsiveness was also very slow. As Eugene tried speaking a few more times, turning his body, and rolling his dry eyes, the loud screaming coming from next to him continued with intermittent pauses.
“Hey, hey,” Eugene let out a deep groan as he turned his head toward the source of the two different screams.
The lighting might be dim, but it was still enough to make out their faces.
Right next to his bed, Eugene saw Mer and Raimira screaming while hugging each other. And they weren’t just screaming. He didn’t know the reason for it, but both of them were shedding thick streams of tears.
“Sir Eugene has opened his eyes!”
“B-benefactor is alive!”
It seemed that they weren’t crying out of sorrow or grief but because they were feeling so joyful. For now, Eugene felt that he needed to calm them down, but the moment he opened his lips to say those words, the two kids leaped onto Eugene’s bed at the same time.
“Sir Eugene!”
“Benefactor!”
“Cough—!”
Right at the moment when he was about to speak, Mer’s head slammed into his solar plexus. It was such an effective and damaging blow that it was difficult to determine whether it was truly an act done out of concern and affection, or whether it was actually an attack aimed with clear hostile intent. The timing was certainly accurate, but it had been able to strike so painfully and heavily because most of Eugene’s senses felt strangely awkward and dull.
His arm was also hurting him. Raimira, who had horns on her head, thankfully hadn’t slammed headfirst into him as Mer had, but she was instead holding onto Eugene’s arm and eagerly rubbing her forehead against him.
Eugene felt like he knew why his body felt so heavy and sore.
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