Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 225 Gods come into dreams, in the past and in the present.

"Gurgle gurgle."

Isaruti's thoughts gradually emerged from the chaos.

Some strange sounds came into my ears, and something gently stroked the side of my face.

Very soft and comfortable.

Stroke from the front of the face to behind the ears, making circles on the face.

Slipped away.

It's the wind.

The wind was blowing against my face.

The window next to the bed was not closed last night.

As this thought echoed in her mind, Isaruti's consciousness gradually became clearer.

Her eyelashes trembled and she subconsciously wanted to open her eyes.

But when he was about to open his eyes, he closed them tightly again.

My stomach felt a little tight, and the strange gurgling sound sounded in my ears again.

Is your stomach growling?
Well, my grandmother was very busy last night and did not go home to stay at night, so my brother stayed in the temple to look after it.

So I didn’t eat again last night.

How did I fall asleep?

The memory is a bit fuzzy.

Think about it.

In the past, I always tried to keep my eyes open and look at the candlestick on the table, but I fell asleep without realizing it. Yesterday.
Ah, it seems like I fell asleep yesterday while lying on the bed looking at the sky outside the window.

The night sky looks very dark, not as beautiful as the sunset in the evening, and very far away.

In this case.

I wonder if my parents can see me?
The wind blew in front of Izuruti's face, as if reminding her.

Open your eyes.

Isaruti didn't want to open her eyes.

The new day brought nothing new to her, and she had no motivation to get up.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see my bedroom where I was alone. When I opened the bedroom door, the house was empty again.

Then, as usual, I got up, washed, went to the dojo, cooked and ate with my brother, then practiced sword all day, and returned home at night and lay in bed alone.

Another repetitive day.

Another home without parents.

They left.

Grandma said they went to a very far place.

"Gulu gulu."

Ignoring the protests of her stomach, Izuruti simply emptied her mind and let her thoughts wander freely in her mind.

last night.

It seemed like a dream.

It was a very long dream.

It was so magical that I had a dream that lasted so long. It was so clear that I seemed to have grown up in the dream, and my senior brother seemed to have left the capital and went to where his parents were.

So happy for him.

I saw him again.

so happy.

but
Why do I feel sad? Is there something wrong?

The dream is a bit vague and I can’t remember it.

Aren't Senior Brother's parents in the capital? Why would he go to look for his parents?
What a strange dream.

Isa Luti felt a little confused, but at this moment, a faint flame was burning in her heart, small but warm.

But she no longer resisted opening her eyes, no longer resisted facing a new day.

because
The wandering thoughts suddenly collided with a gorgeous sunset glow. Even with her eyes closed, she could still see the brilliant glow.

It shone on a face that was slightly smiling, childish yet sharp, with a contradictory temperament, yet very attractive.

"Mom and Dad are always watching you from a distance, but they are close enough to touch you, and these are all clear evidence."

"The sky, the earth, the sunset, and more."

"wind."

Yesterday evening, the words my senior brother said to me seemed to be echoing in my ears.

Some are too clear.

It is so clear that it seems to possess an inexplicable power.

Let her be curious about the new day.

Let her want to take the initiative to face this new day.

Let her.

Heart pounding.

The wind was still caressing her face.

But this time, she gained strength.

Mom and Dad, they are caressing themselves and awakening themselves.

So, it’s a new day that belongs to me, to Isa Luti.

it has started.

"Gulu gulu."

Ah, I haven’t eaten yet.

Let's go to the dojo early to eat today, and make some breakfast for brother. He doesn't seem to have the habit of eating breakfast, and he always practices sword in the dojo very early every day.

Just like me, he is also a person.

that is it.

I'll make breakfast for him every day from now on.

Isa Luti closed her eyes and smiled with a curved brow.

She opened her eyes.

"Gulu gulu."

Izuruti was stunned. In her sight, wisps of pure white mist were wandering in front of her eyes, like a hazy autumn morning in the royal capital. However, there was not a trace of dimness in the morning light around her.

Bright, pure white, without any flaws.

In the overly "open" perception, what is in front of you is a completely unfamiliar, square and narrow space.

"Gulu gulu."

She sat up suddenly.

He was not in his bedroom bed at home. Before his eyes, a curtain fluttered up and down in the dissipating mist.

The wind is coming.

She stood up in surprise, opened the curtain and walked out.

What meets the eye is a vast expanse of white.

There is no end in sight.

Beneath her was a carriage, no, to be more precise, it was just a carriage. There was no horse in front of the carriage. This carriage without a power source was carrying her through this endless nothingness.

She turned her head blankly.

Behind me, the frame of the carriage was within sight, and at the end of my sight, the rotating wheels were making a "gurgling" sound.

She was stunned for a long time, completely unable to understand the current situation.

At this moment, the wheels that were constantly turning in sight slowed down, slower and slower.

Then it stopped.

Isa Luti looked at the stopped wheels and an idea came to her mind.

She turned her head immediately.

The pupils suddenly shrank into needles.

At some point, a throne of thorns with red and black flowers suddenly stood before my eyes.

A figure sat on it.

He was looking down at her.

The body was as unrecognizable and elusive as the white mist that was drifting around it like smoke. It had no features and it was difficult to see where it came from or where it was going.

This is a wonderful feeling. Without the need to use your eyes to see, you can actually feel these hazy perceptions flooding into your brain.

But the wonderful thing is that no matter how unrealistic and dreamy these hazy images are.

He was literally sitting there.

Isaruti opened and closed her mouth. She was stunned for a long time. Her consciousness seemed to be floating on the clouds, light and ungrounded. When she reacted again,

The carriage beneath him had disappeared.

The throne is before us.

Very clear.

In an instant, Isaruti woke up.

She remembered that it was a dream.

I have really grown up, and the dream I just had was not a dream.

Now is the dream.

She had had this dream before, so it was very memorable. It happened to be the night when her senior brother comforted her.

This was a hazy dream I had when I was a child.

In front of me, on the throne.

It's Him.

It is the god he believes in - Miris.

The moment of enlightenment.

She was about to look up at the throne, and the details of the dream from many years ago, which had become blurred and almost unrememberable, came into her mind. The last time, many years ago, the dream ended here.

But before she raised her head.

In her trembling pupils that had shrunk almost to the size of a needle tip.

The throne of thorns with red and black flowers has changed its appearance.

Red is not red, black is not black, flowers are not flowers, and thorns are not thorns.

Red is flowing blood.

The black is the solidified scab.

Amid the flowers are countless heads stained with blood.

The thorns are arms and legs scattered haphazardly on the ground.

Densely packed corpses formed a throne.

God sits on it.

At that moment, her heart and body felt as if they were dragged into an icy lake in winter, completely freezing.

She couldn't help swallowing and slowly raised her head.

In sight.

He glanced over.

His sight broke through the white mist that shrouded His face.

The pupils are like the hazy night.

Unpredictable.

-

"Gulu gulu."

"!!!"

Izuluti suddenly opened her eyes. In the pitch-black night, the carriage was vaguely visible in the dim light. The mattress under her was prepared in advance by the maid of the Boreas family and was very fluffy.

She was in the second carriage.

After leaving Buena Village, everyone chatted in the first carriage, but because they had to go to Buena Village, they were delayed for a long time. When night fell, the carriage was still rumbling.

Before arriving in Boreas, she had been traveling for a month, and at that time she was full of expectations and excitement, so she naturally didn't feel tired. But after arriving in Boreas, she only rested for a short night before embarking on the return journey again.

I don’t know if it was because of the relaxation of mind after the goal was suddenly achieved, or for some other reason.

She actually felt exhausted.

The first half of the night was fine, but as time passed, the night gradually darkened, and the few people had not yet reached their first destination. Isa Luti finally couldn't hold on anymore and showed signs of fatigue.

The senior brother seemed to have sensed this as well, and he still used the same lazy and gentle voice tone as three years ago to persuade her to go to the carriage at the back to rest, and that he would naturally come to call her when they reached their destination.

So she came to the second carriage to rest, but unexpectedly she fell asleep.

"Gulu gulu."

The carriage swayed, and the night wind outside rushed into the carriage, blowing on her face.

After just a moment of thinking, all the memories before going to bed flooded into her mind, driving away the absurd dream just now.

"call"

Isaruti let out a long sigh of relief, her tense expression relaxed. She rubbed her face, calmed her breathing, then subconsciously turned around to change her posture.

But he was stunned.

In the flow of feeling, the heart was beating clearly, right beside me.

She blinked and turned her head slowly.

The dark grey pupils were staring at him.

Alan was half squatting next to Izuruti, looking at her quietly.

The two looked at each other.

It was late at night, and the carriage was extremely dark. Only a faint light seeped in from outside the curtains. The darkness made the carriage seem even smaller and cramped, and it was totally unlike the "bright" feeling in the absurd dream just now.

It has a dark and claustrophobic feel.

However, Isa Luti only felt relieved.

But what he said was completely the opposite.

"Brother, when did you come? It's a bit scary."

Alan looked at Izuruti, whose expression was clearly calm, and couldn't help but smile - she used to be like this, her emotions were not reflected on her face, she always squinted her eyes and said things like "How scary", "How amazing", "How lame" and so on, which clearly showed various emotions.

He spoke, and his voice floated in the darkness and penetrated into Izuruti's ears.

"I just came here. Did you have a nightmare?"

Isa Lu propped herself up and sat up, gently patting her bangs and casually adjusting her collar.

".A nightmare?"

She thought for a moment, looking down at her lap.

Although the absurd scene in the dream was very horrifying, it would be a lie to say that it was not a nightmare, but...
no problem.

The panic was replaced by something else.

Even though the heart is still beating.

But it wasn’t a panic anymore.

What a strange nightmare. Is it because I have been too nervous recently or because I am tired from traveling?
Cheer up.

"I didn't have a nightmare. Why are you here, brother?"

"Seeing you were sleeping soundly, I was wondering whether to wake you up, but you woke up by yourself."

Isa Luti was stunned for a moment, then suddenly reacted. She reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage beside her.

Outside the window, shadows are hitting my eyes.

It was a town sleeping in the inky black night.

——Motalit.

-

Chi.
Under the illumination of Rudy's fireball, Alan spread out the map specially provided by the mayor of Roya, which was marked with densely packed place names and descriptions of the places, and pointed to a location in the northwest corner of Fitoya Territory.

"We are currently here. This is the first village on the main road to the capital. It has about 30 households, which is only a few more than Buena Village. However, because it is located next to the main road and outside the scope of the capital's sanitation city, there are many adventurers and merchants passing by. Therefore, unlike Buena Village, which is mainly agricultural, this is a village that relies on the flow of people, commodity trade and market economy for its survival."

After he finished speaking, Alan looked up at the entrance to the village in front of him.

Rudy made the fireball in his hand burn brighter. Even though the dim light didn't reach far away, it was still possible to see that the village's architectural planning was very simple and crude. A main road wide enough to even accommodate a carriage split the buildings in half. On both sides of the blade were shops with storefronts extending onto the street. Unlike the neat and tidy city of Roya, it looked messy and old.

Not far from the entrance of the town, a blast furnace was set up under a tent that looked like it was outside a blacksmith shop. From afar, the tiny sparks looked like a cluster of fireflies dancing in the air.

It was already 1 a.m. in the morning. Except for a tavern and a hotel not far from the entrance, all the lights in other shops in the town were off.

And in the residential areas behind this, there was no fire at all.

Even in the Kingdom of Asura, civilians in villages and towns on the outskirts of the city did not have the conditions to support burning candles in their homes after dark.

"Because it's too late, it looks a bit deserted, not as prosperous as I imagined. It seems to be similar to the situation in the village."

As Sylphy spoke, Izuruti and Rudy turned to look at Alan.

Alan quietly watched the scene in the town, his eyes moving from the two buildings with lights on to the dimly lit areas in the town.

"really."

"It seems a little too late."

　It is important to note that this is the third dream described in detail in this work so far.

The first dream: Volume 1, Chapter 16 - Entering Sylphy's favorability mission in advance.

The Second Dream: Volume 2, Chapter 34—Dreams are a continuation of reality.

The third dream: Volume 3, Gods come into dreams, in the past and the present. (Actually, I really want to write that reality is the end of dreams, but this title is easy to be skipped.)

Good night~
Also, I recommend a book. I was simulated by their love? This is a recommended book by Datong Light Four Wheels. It is a Japanese light romance novel of good quality. It has a good taste. If you are interested, you can take a look~
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