It was a voice that flowed from beyond her distant memories that she had never thought of.
The voice, which struck and chilled her in some unknown way, sounded like it was singing or even whispering.
But the strange thing was that even though it was not a loud sound, it pierced her ears.
âWhat the hell is this sound?â
Roselyn managed to lift her sleepy eyelids, twitching her ears.
She thought she was hearing a foreign language she didnât know.
But no matter how much she heard, she had no idea what the language was.
It wasnât Tamonâs voiceâŚâŚâŚ..
Roselyn woke up with sluggish, blinking eyes.
At that moment, a gentle, warm hand gently patted her head.
Roselyn looked up and saw âsomeoneâ stroking her head.
It was strange. There was definitely a shape, but the face looked like a whitish watercolor.
She panicked and opened her mouth and a voice that was not hers at all came out.
Nyaa. This was a definite animal cry. It was a very cute and charming sound of a baby animal.
âShh.â
The âsheâ who had been patting Roselynâs head raised a finger.
No, to be honest, Roselyn couldnât even tell if it was a âsheâ. She could see âherâ, but âsheâ was scattered like a shimmer, and she had no idea what âsheâ looked like.
Even the voice she heard was difficult to distinguish between male and female. But still, the master of the hand stroking her head seemed to be a âsheâ.
ââŚIs it a dream?â
When she thought to herself, she must be dreaming something strange, then the voice, which had sounded like a foreign language, began to sound more and more vivid.
[Youâre dancing to the max, but the damage level is much greater.]
[Yes! If we leave it like this, I think the demons of Tumulus will try to eat that world!]
[If you take your eyes off them for a moment, they make âgapsâ all over the placeâŚitâs so diligent.]
When Roselyn heard the âsimilarâ voices clearly, each one of them had their own personality. The first voice was meek, while the next one seemed to be holding back its anger.
The last voice was strangely full of water. It was too unfamiliar to be a dream.
Werenât dreams originally based on something you knew or imagined?
While Roselyn was unsettled, âsheâ who had been stroking her head said in a gentle voice:
[Itâs a natural result since theyâre tearing up the barrier. But I think the bigger problem is that their interest in âthat worldâ has disappeared.]
At a word from her or him, all the voices fell silent.
Then Roselyn caught sight of them.
There was no table, but seven chairs, each towering at a different height, and there they âwereâ.
In a way they were very far away, in a way they were very close, but they were glowing with their own colors, without their exact appearance appearing.
The being who had been stroking Roselynâs head said to the multicolored lights,
[Please donât feel so uncomfortable. I invited you here to finish this matter.]
[âŚâŚâŚ finish?]
[Tumulusâ dogs will eventually break the gap to feed on our remaining âtalentedâ. If you leave power halfway there, something halfway there will interrupt you. Are you about letting go of âthat worldâ?]
[âŚâŚ No. It means itâs time to make it an âindependent worldâ.]
[Independence?]
[The seeds we sowed have finally sprouted. Itâs time to harvest them. Wouldnât it be better to leave it alone to create a world entirely on its own, rather than leave it as it is and let Tumulusâ dogs consume it?]
[Can you tell me exactly what kind of harvest this is? The child we had been watching began to collect the ârelics.â What that child wants is to eliminate âHormusâ influence forever.]
The air buzzed quietly with her words.
The blue light that had been watching intently said.
[If we can use the device to make a direct appearance, then we can completely collect the âtalentedâ weâve spread. Yes. My child is there, I can collect it through him. If only you would give me the authority to do so.]
At her last words the light shapes sank quietly.
But after a moment, one of them jumped up.
[The conversation was over, wasnât it? I will give the ticket to you.]
The red light handed her something and disappeared from her seat.
The other lights then promptly made their decisions. All the âtheyâ that left similar words disappeared.
Only âthe beingâ that had been holding Roselyn, on the floor and ceiling unknown, remained.
With a soft hand, âsheâ patted Roselynâs head lightly.
âItâs your turn now, child.â
She said, not in their language, but in a language familiar to Roselyn.
âIf you live, your memories will grow again, and the things you love will grow each time.â
Roselyn began to feel sleepy as âsheâ sang the words to her.
âItâs only when youâve experienced great sorrow that the small and trivial things become important. Yes, you know it well enoughâŚâŚâ
The voice that passed was very gentle and reminded Roselyn of her mother.
Her voice was very similar to her motherâs voice when she was a little girl singing lullabies to her.
âI like the story of you getting back up even after losing everything.â
âAhâŚ..â
Roselyn wanted to talk to âherâ.
She wanted to ask if this was really a dream, âwho are you and why am I having this dream?â
But âsheâ did not listen to Roselynâs voice.
âSheâ just smiled quietly, as if âsheâ didnât need to hear it.
âWhatâs important is that time passes.â
The whispering voice became more and more distant.
ââŚTime is a force that gives sorrow and joy their fair share. What is more important than memories and remembrances is to accept them as your own and move forward.â
Finally, Roselynâs eyes flickered shut.
âGo on, child. To yourâŚâ
When Roselyn opened her eyes at a slow speed, a certain moment the space changed.
ââŚâŚ What is this, another dream?â
The blinding light and âsheâ disappeared, and Roselyn came to a familiar place.
When she was a child, she had caught a bad cold.
It was then that she saw her mother, who had nursed her through the night.
She could also see young Cain peeking into the room from behind the slightly opened door. Her mother whispered to her as she placed a cold towel on top of her forehead.
âItâs okay, Rosie. Youâre strong. Iâm sure all the pain will pass.â
ââŚMother.â
It was a word she had never called her. Her mother smiled affectionately and patted Roselynâs forehead.
It was almost impossible to distinguish the voice of âsheâ from that of âmother.â But the hand stroking her forehead was so nostalgic and gentle that Roselyn didnât want to let it go. As if to comfort Roselynâs heart, a large hand stroked her cheek.
âRosie, be brave and open your eyes⌠you have something new and precious, donât you?â
Roselyn reached out her hand, struggling. Then she hastily seized the hand that had been caressing her cheek.
Fortunately, the warmth didnât disappear and stayed on her cheek. The gentle fingertips gently rubbed her cheek.
At that moment, Roselyn opened her eyes. The entity of warmth faced her right in front of her. It had red eyes as beautiful as jewels.
ââŚTamon?â
âYouâre awake.â
For the first few seconds she was in a daze.
She felt like she was wandering around in a dream she didnât understand and then forcibly brought back to reality.
It wasnât just a feeling.
âAre you okay? You didnât wake up.â
Tamon, who had been staring at Roselyn, asked in a low voice.
Hearing his voice, a sense of reality flooded in.
It was a voice that clearly distinguished the boundary between dreams and reality.
Her hands trembled as she grasped for reality, and she couldnât help but squeeze Tamonâs hand with all the strength she could muster.
âIâm not going anywhere, so you donât have to grab it so tightly.â
Tamon spoke slowly, as if teasing, and kissed her cheek.
The red eyes that loomed in front of her were full of affection.
The large hand caressing her cheek was the exact hand that had caressed her in her dream.
âRosie⌠Didnât you find something new and precious?â
The voice she had heard in her dream filled her mind again.
Her heart pounded as if she had been reborn.
Her neck, bandaged, was heavy with pain.
The unfamiliar and awkward emotions surged through her all at once, as if the dam had broken.
âAshaâŚ.?â
Roselyn pushed the handsome man away.
âA new and important oneâŚâŚ.â
As she looked at Tamonâs handsome face, she felt her face grow strangely redder and redder.
âDid it happen?â
She tried to deny it so hard that it was ridiculous, an unfamiliar and gentle emotion flowing in like water.
âPleaseâŚ..â
âTell me anything.â
âPlease leave me alone for a moment.â
She could see Tamonâs panicked face. Roselyn sighed and pulled the covers over her. It was time to organize her mind.