Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 828 Saint Xia Liya is wandering in wonderland...?

When I opened my eyes, I found that the new sister who came to the island last night suddenly appeared in my room. She was sitting at the head of the bed and looking at me. What should I do in this situation?
I don't think my sleeping posture is that bad, right?
This was the first thought that came to Saint Xia Liya's mind, and then she realized that now was not the time to worry about her sleeping posture. She quickly sat up straight, facing Bai Ye, and coughed to cover up her embarrassment. When she spoke, she subconsciously wanted to show her dignity as a sister and told the other party that it was very impolite to break into her room without the owner's knowledge. But when the words came to her lips, she remembered that the girl in front of her was Bai Ye, not Gloria.

She can use her sister's identity to reason with Gloria, but will Bai Ye really treat her as a sister? As two personalities in the same body, their personalities are completely opposite. If she wants to face Bai Ye with the same attitude as Gloria, it will definitely not work.

Similar thoughts went through Saint Shallia's mind more than once, so when the words that were supposed to be a lesson came out, they turned into a restrained inquiry. The girl's tone softened, with a hint of cautious probing: "Why did you appear in my room, Miss Bai Ye...?"

After hesitating for a moment, she finally added the honorific after the other person's name.

Bai Ye glanced at her calmly: "Guess."

I guess...what?
Saint Shallia had not expected this answer, and she widened her eyes slightly, not understanding for a moment what she was thinking.

She sneaked into her room for no apparent reason and made her guess her purpose. This girl's behavior was so casual, even to the point of being unpredictable. No wonder Gloria always had a bitter smile on her face when she mentioned her second personality. Perhaps she also felt that the process of getting along with Bai Ye was a torment to her body and mind.

"Can't you guess?" Bai Ye glanced at her again: "If you need me to remind you, you are too unromantic."

What on earth is she talking about?
When Saint Xia Liya thought about this, several broken pictures suddenly flashed through her mind. The scenes were so familiar, but the characters in the pictures were separated by a layer of hazy gray fog and could not be seen clearly. The sound of their conversation seemed to come from the clouds. When it arrived here, it was already intermittent, giving people the feeling that a piece of music was artificially cut into several sections, with abrupt noise inserted in the middle. The girl returned to the dream again. In a trance, she felt that everything around her: the sunlight climbing through the window frame, the lamb sleeping under the chair, and the pair of gray eyes that were silently looking at her... were all covered with a false veil that would break with a slight poke.

Surrounded by these flying birds, the angel simply gave up the idea of ​​flying and sank into their embrace, just like lying on a soft bed full of snow and feathers, or riding on the back of a giant bird made up of countless small birds, soaring slowly, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther, until it became a vague black dot in sight. Where is she going? Where are they going? It seems that no one can answer this question, but she will definitely fly, and no one can stop her, this is a matter of course.

"Hello," she walked over and asked politely, "Excuse me, have you seen a gray-haired girl come here?"

"what?"

What's happening here?
Saint Shallia, who still didn't understand the situation, looked around and saw a spirited blonde girl carrying a whale-shaped kettle and watering her favorite violets in the small garden next to the flower field. The lush branches gradually grew and became stronger under her careful care, climbing over the wooden fence, climbing over the ground, and finally even climbing up the wall of the windmill tower. Countless branches were entangled with each other in the sky like a primeval forest, covering the sky and the sun. Every tender bud on the branch was blooming with new green, and a vast sea of ​​flowers blossomed.

Bai Ye's mouth curled up slightly: "Not too stupid."

She stood up, looked around the room, and finally fixed her gaze outside the window. She whispered to herself, "Now, let me see your dream."

Saint Xia Liya was lost in thought for a while before she responded. She lowered her head and looked at her hands, and asked in a low voice: "You made me have that dream?"

The sun was shining, the grass was growing, and everything was flourishing. Someone's laughter came from the sky. The girl looked up and saw a white windmill tower standing in the middle of the flower field. An angel with long white hair was standing at the top of the windmill tower, spreading her wings behind her and flying into the sky. Then, the silver-haired traveler fairies led countless white birds and flew over from the other side of the sky. The feathers falling from their bodies surged like a mighty tide, and in the blink of an eye, they submerged the tiny laughing figure.

What does that mean? Saint Xia Liya was about to ask when suddenly there was a rumbling sound under her feet, and then the floor began to crack and collapse. The furniture in the entire room - tables, chairs, cabinets, bookshelves, including the bed Saint Xia Liya was sitting on, all flew into the sky at the same time. The wind blew violently, echoing the whistling sound among the flying furniture, and also lifted the girl's blue bangs. The pair of clear amber eyes blinked blankly, and then Saint Xia Liya found that she had left the hotel and stood in a brilliant primrose field. A pink petal slowly fell in front of her.

Is this... a dream?

The other person tilted his head, looked her up and down for a while, and suddenly said, "Sister Xiaoxia, it's strange, I don't know, I'm going to sleep first."

"and many more--"

Before Saint Xia Liya could stop him, the other person fled like a flash, hiding under the shade of violets like a frightened squirrel, and disappeared, leaving only the whale-shaped watering can. Saint Xia Liya didn't know why she was so scared of herself. She sighed silently, picked up the watering can on the ground and put it in the garden, then followed a winding path through the primrose field and continued to look for the person.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she came to a forest. In the forest sat a strange alchemy workshop, with cream cakes as walls, chocolate doors and windows, pudding as roof, and various candies as decorations. It looked particularly sweet and tempting. Saint Shallia hesitated for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the owner with long crystal blue hair and eyes pushed the door open. She was wearing a long witch robe and a big pointed hat. Although she had a sweet smile on her face, she gave people a cunning feeling for some reason, just like a fox, always thinking of something bad. "Hello," Saint Shallia still asked politely, "Excuse me, have you seen a gray-haired girl come here?"

But the owner of the workshop did not answer the question. Instead, she put a finger to her lips and said "hush" softly, signaling the guest to be quiet. Then she took out a handful of beans from her sleeve, including silver beans and golden beans. She scattered the beans in the open space in the forest. The silver beans fell to the ground and turned into white rabbits, jumping around the workshop, while the golden beans expanded rapidly and finally cracked. Out of them came a very beautiful but somehow unreliable silver butterfly, a little bat that was always looking around, and a well-behaved and sensible pink-haired little girl.

The butterfly was lying on the little girl's head, and the little bat was hanging on her shoulder. The little girl with pink hair sat down on a raised root in the forest, took out a fairy tale book from somewhere, spread it on her knees, and then told stories such as "Cinderella", "Sleeping Beauty" and "The Little Mermaid" in a clear voice. The white rabbits that were jumping around the alchemy workshop gathered around and listened to her stories quietly. The beautiful and mysterious workshop owner also sat by the door of the chocolate making, listening with a smile, and took some cakes from the wall to feed a lamb that ran over at some point.

Everyone was listening to the story attentively. Saint Shallia felt a little embarrassed to disturb them. When she was thinking about what she should do, the lamb with white and soft fur like clouds suddenly ran over, nudged her calf with its head, and then kept gesturing in the direction of the forest. Saint Shallia asked thoughtfully, "Will you lead the way for me, lamb?"

"Mea~~~"

So Saint Shallia picked up a rope from the ground, tied it to the lamb's collar, and then walked out of the forest under the lamb's lead. When they left the forest, they came to a street paved with wooden boards. A large group of stone guards and rotten wood demons carrying various tools ran from the other end of the street. They were rushing to work in the herb garden. Saint Shallia, who was considerate, stopped and let them pass first. However, the only way to the road was blocked by a person, so these hardworking gardeners could only stop and wait, circling anxiously, blocking the street.

Who was blocking the road, making the stone guards and the rotten wood demons afraid to get angry? Saint Shallia took a closer look out of curiosity and found that the person blocking the road was a girl with her back to everyone. From this angle, she could only see a head of messy blonde hair that seemed to have not been groomed for a long time. There was a strand of hair sticking up in the middle, swaying tenaciously in the wind. At this time, the girl was facing a strange machine, madly tapping the buttons on the handle, while tapping, she was shouting "Don't yell, don't yell, don't yell, I'll let you pass after I pass the level", completely ignoring the complaining pedestrians, with a very bad attitude.

This girl is too much and she does what she wants. She needs to be taught a lesson.

Saint Shallia thought so and was about to go over and reason with the other party. At this time, a white-haired woman wearing a military uniform, with a neat and capable temperament, but for some reason wearing a khaki safety helmet on her head came over. After showing the adventurer certificate in her hand to the girl who blocked her way for no reason, she said seriously: "I am the disciplinary prosecutor of the Adventurer's Union. According to the public report, the defendant Alice has seriously violated the 25th provision of the third rule and the seventh rule of the Yunjingkong Island branch of the Ring Continent Adventurer's Union. It is now decided to confiscate your crime tools and impose a three-month fixed-term imprisonment without being allowed to play games."

Then, regardless of the blonde girl's wailing, "You're almost there," she forcefully dragged her away. It was said that she would be locked up in some Tianxin Church to reflect on herself until she could recite the goddess's 100 mottos. As a result, the traffic on the street returned to normal, and the stone guards and rotten wood monsters could finally go to work. This was cause for celebration. This was cause for celebration.

Saint Shallia could also move on. She led the lamb along the street, turned into a forest path where she passed through the forest, and walked forward on the dense dead leaves and pine needles. Finally, she arrived at a small hill. On the hill was a lush Baicheng sycamore tree. A young man with silver hair and golden eyes was leaning against the tree reading a book, while a girl with long green hair was sleeping soundly on his thighs with her hands folded on her lower abdomen.

The sun shone through the branches of the sycamore tree, casting patches of light and dark on the ground and the two people. The light and shadow of the afternoon made the young man look serious when reading, and the young girl look gentle when sleeping. The scene in front of her was quiet and beautiful, and Saint Xia Liya couldn't help holding her breath, fearing that a sound would break the peaceful atmosphere. But for some reason, the lamb she was holding looked a little angry, staring at the young man angrily. If Saint Xia Liya hadn't held it, it would have rushed up and knocked the young man to the ground with its head.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across the hill, rustling the branches of the sycamore tree and causing the sleeping girl to slowly open her eyes. In the falling sycamore leaves and the soft, somewhat dazzling golden sunlight, she vaguely saw the young man lower his head and gave her a warm and concerned smile: "Are you awake?"

"Saint Shalia."

The moment she heard him call out her name, the girl's heartbeat seemed to stop. She stood there blankly, with only one thought in her mind: So, that sleeping girl was me?
……

Saint Xia Liya suddenly opened her eyes, only to find herself back in the room, sitting on the bed in a daze, surrounded by familiar furnishings and furniture. There were no hills blowing in the wind, no sycamore trees with fallen leaves, and naturally no young man reading or girl sleeping. It was as if everything was just her hallucination, or perhaps an incredible adventure based on a dream?
The figures in the dream, as well as the things that went against common sense, gradually faded until she could no longer remember them. Saint Xia Liya felt as if she had watched a short performance. She looked up and found that Bai Ye was still standing in front of the window, quietly looking at the scene outside the window. As if she had noticed Saint Xia Liya's gaze, she turned her head back, her expression was always calm, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a very deep and complex emotion hidden in those eyes.

As someone who had watched Saint Shallia's dream from beginning to end, it was natural for her to have such a reaction.

Dreams are the language of the soul. What a person thinks in their heart will often be reflected in their dreams, regardless of whether they realize that these are their own thoughts. Only dreams will not lie. However, Bai Ye had never seen such a strange, dreamy, and seemingly unreasonable dream like Saint Xia Liya's.

She withdrew her gaze from the scene outside the window and looked at the girl on the bed with a strange look: "You are really a strange person."

"Eh?"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)