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Chapter 378 Flora's Nightmare (Please Subscribe!)
“Herbert…”

Flora murmured softly, the image of the boy appearing before her eyes.

That handsome young man with white hair and gray eyes.

The jailer who held the authority over the disciplinary office.

That… the “master” who made a promise to her.

Flora and Herbert's relationship was unique.

Besides being a jailer and a heretical prisoner, the two also had a nominal master-servant relationship.

Master and servant.

Flora should regard him as her master, obey his arrangements, and serve him respectfully.

Herbert, on the other hand, promises her salvation in the future—eternal peace, a complete escape from the erosion of chaos.

But she didn't actually have much trust in her master's abilities.

Herbert never truly demonstrated the ability to keep his promises; they were more like exaggerated statements made to convince her.

But what Flora herself found strange was that she chose to believe such a statement.

For some reason, she had a confidence in that boy that she couldn't explain.

Perhaps he wouldn't lie to me?
Could he really keep his promise?

No, it's not entirely without reason.

Part of the reason was the way Herbert looked at him.

There was no greed in the eyes of others, nor the desire seduced by charm, nor the anger and disgust of the clergy.

When we first met, her beautiful eyes held only a hint of amazement and admiration.

Apart from that, there was only tranquility in those clear eyes.

Herbert never saw himself as an oddity that would fascinate him, nor as a heretic filth that needed to be exorcised.

However, she was a woman he had just met.

In a way, this is a disregard for Flora's charm, a silent provocation.

But Flora was not at all dissatisfied with this; in fact, she was quite pleased.

She had finally met such a person—a man who could completely ignore her alluring charm and treat her with a normal attitude.

Flora once told Lilith that she firmly believed such a person must exist in this world, but she had never met him.

Centuries passed, and just when Flora began to doubt herself, she finally encountered such an existence.

How could Flora's attitude towards Herbert not be different given such a unique existence?
"..."

Flora now understands that her sudden remembrance of Herbert is not because of the initial impression he made on her.

But it was during their subsequent interactions that he left a deeper impression on me.

That witty and humorous aristocratic boy.

That paladin who grew stronger with each reunion.

The master who was becoming increasingly attractive to her.

The succubus, who was always good at bewitching others, gradually found herself being bewitched by others for some unknown reason.

"..."

Flora remained silent for a long time, silently asking herself, "Will you... also appear in my nightmares?"

She knew that she had once again succumbed to her suppressed instincts and fallen into endless chaos.

Flora knew this better than anyone else.

The conversation with Lilith was a distant memory, but also a vivid nightmare.

She experienced once again all the feelings she had when she parted ways with Lilith.

This is the nightmare that traps her.

Succubi are demons who walk in dreams, masters at manipulating the dreams of others.

Dreams are their domain, a place where they can hide freely; no one can easily catch them in the world of dreams.

However, there is a rather unexpected fact in this world—succubi cannot change their dreams.

Succubi can do whatever they want in other people's dreams, but they have no way to interfere with their own dreams.

A doctor cannot heal himself; one who helps others cannot help himself.

Succubi have nightmare resistance and rarely fall into nightmares.

But once they start dreaming, they behave even worse than ordinary people, completely immersed in their dreams, and only regain their sense of self upon waking.

Just like her previous dreams, Flora had experienced them countless times, but she just couldn't wake up and remained immersed in the memories of the past.

No, it wasn't entirely a memory; this dream had some changes.

Although Flora in the past believed she would meet such a person, she was far less certain than she was in her dream.

Future experiences, in turn, influence past memories, creating new, distorted dreams.

Why am I thinking about him? Did he really have such a deep impression of me?

Flora remained silent, sensing that this nightmare might be different from any she had experienced in the past.

It's many times more dangerous than it used to be!
There is a real possibility that we could be completely lost in the chaotic nightmare.

Will I get even more deeply involved?

"Still will... um."

As Flora pondered, she felt sleepiness creeping over her, and her consciousness gradually faded.

She drifted into an even deeper dream.

……

……

It is not easy for a demon to leave the abyss and enter the mortal realm.

Demons are dangerous individuals closely monitored by the Church of the True God, and they will not be allowed to descend to earth easily.

In any country, the crime of "summoning demons" is a grave offense of blasphemy, punishable by being sent to a religious court and burned as firewood.

After bidding farewell to Lilith, Flora endured countless hardships before finally breaking free of her constraints and embarking on the path to the mortal realm.

She was chased by demons and targeted by angels patrolling the edge of the abyss, and was repeatedly put in dire straits.

After finally escaping the angels' pursuit, Flora seized a rare opportunity, evaded the watchful eyes of the guardians, and escaped the abyss by sheer luck.

She succeeded.

Flora finally arrived in the mortal world she had longed for.

She arrived at the mortal realm, a place she had imagined countless times in the abyss based on descriptions in ancient texts.

There was no nauseating smell from the abyss, no lurking enemies constantly threatening lives, and no endless struggles.

However, the real world was slightly different from what she had imagined.

Her initial place of arrival was a land filled with blood and fire.

Everywhere you look, there are scenes of devastation and carnage.

The billowing smoke, like a black dragon, spiraled upwards into the sky, obscuring the azure expanse.

Bloodstained weapons were scattered haphazardly across the scorched earth, and the broken blades in the hands of the corpses gleamed eerily in the setting sun.

The crops in the fields were trampled into a mess; what should have been a vibrant green had turned into withered, yellow, and decaying state.

The roads were filled with fleeing people, their clothes tattered and disheveled, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

Behind them, laughing madmen toyed with the old man who was left behind, beheading him and forcing the others to continue their escape.

Further away, flames licked at everything.

The massacred village was engulfed in flames, and the wooden houses crackled and collapsed amidst cries of agony.

In the ruins of the dilapidated village, another group of eerie figures dressed in black robes are performing some kind of cruel ritual.

As they chanted incantations, they set the piled-up corpses ablaze. The remains quickly shriveled under the intense heat of the flames, emitting an eerie green glow and exuding a terrifying aura of evil and depravity.

Flora smelled a familiar scent in the flames—the scent of a sacrificial ritual used to summon creatures from the abyss.

The cries and pleas for help from the people, the laughter of the madmen, and the chanting of the cultists were all intertwined.

Heart-wrenching, eerie, and terrifying, leaving one speechless upon hearing it.

Blood and fire.

Slaughter and death.

This was Flora's first impression of the mortal world.

It felt like returning to the abyss.

Although the mortal realm currently lacks the terrible and harsh natural environment of the abyss, and the dangerous demons that can be seen everywhere.

But the ubiquitous warfare and endless struggles are no different from the abyss.

Flora hesitated, her first reaction being that she felt as if she were still in the abyss and had not truly come to the mortal world.

But deep down she knew... this was the mortal realm.

"..."

Flora stood dejectedly amidst the thick smoke rising from the scorched earth, the setting sun casting a long shadow that overlapped with the haphazardly laid corpses on the ground.

She gazed at the village still burning in the distance, where the rising smoke seemed to transform into a churning black mist from an abyss—one of her fellow villagers was about to be summoned.

Flora knew it was time for her to go.

If we stay here, we're bound to run into that guy.

Having finally managed to sneak into the mortal realm, I have no desire to have anything to do with such a madman who would respond to blood sacrifices.

Finally, Flora sighed and withdrew her pitying gaze from the innocent people who were about to die tragically.

The figure blended into the deeper fog, disappearing quietly like a wisp of mist blown away by the wind.

Flora left.

She had no idea what had happened there, nor did she know what grudge they held against each other.

She is not a messenger of justice, but a demon from the abyss.

Flora, though naturally averse to killing, also lacked a strong sense of justice.

The most important thing right now is to ensure your own safety.

As for the lives and deaths of mortals, they are none of her concern.

However, Flora didn't understand at that time that things often don't go according to her wishes.

The river of fate is the freest.

No one knows where it will ultimately flow.

Although Flora chose to avoid such matters, fate was not going to let her off the hook so easily.

Two weeks after Flora left, just as she finished observing the mortal realm and was about to completely transform herself and integrate into it... a group of people approached her.

That was a well-equipped and perfectly coordinated squad of priests.

They were clad in silver-white armor and wielded weapons that shone with a holy light, pouncing on her like a pack of wolves hunting their prey.

"You corrupted demon of the abyss! You will pay for the tragedy you have caused! In the name of the Sun God, we will purify you!"

They spoke these words, righteously proclaiming crimes she had never committed.

No further explanation was needed; Flora understood why they had come—they believed her to be a demon summoned by those cultists in their rituals.

As for whether the main demon was killed after being summoned, or whether the summoning was never successful at all, Flora had no idea.

All she knew was that she had become that guy's scapegoat, burdened with heavy sins.

Flora was filled with resentment and anger, but she did not lose her composure.

Not wanting to clash with these people, she had no choice but to flee—and unsurprisingly, she was continued to be hunted down.

In order not to attract stronger pursuers, Flora has always maintained her strength at a high level.

This led to her being surrounded, escaping, and then being chased again and again.

Back and forth, over and over again.

Finally, after being trapped for the fourth time, Flora could no longer bear it and launched a counterattack, revealing her true strength.

Those high-ranking clergymen were no match for this legendary succubus and were easily eliminated by her.

This was the worst possible outcome; she didn't want to clash with the Church of God, nor did she want to be targeted by the gods from the very beginning.

To Flora's surprise, after eliminating these enemies, she decided to fight to the death but never encountered any stronger pursuers.

It was as if no one noticed the deaths of these fools.

It's unclear whether the gods were indifferent to their deaths or simply didn't notice them.

Flora waited for half a month without any pursuers coming. Although she was confused, she finally felt relieved.

After burying those foolish, annoying, but still respectable clergy, Flora left.

After this disastrous start, Flora finally began her journey through the mortal realm.

She changed her appearance, put on a heavy cloak, and concealed her aura.

For the next century, Flora continued to walk in this mysterious form.

She walked through bustling towns and also traversed desolate villages.

I have witnessed the extravagance of the nobles and the hardships of the poor.

During this wandering journey, she encountered all sorts of ordinary people.

People hate one another, fight each other, and take the lives of others.

The mortal realm and the abyss are no different.

However, there are still some differences between the mortal realm and the abyss.

Love.

She has witnessed parents humbling themselves to beg for food so their children can have a bite to eat, seen the shy yet sincere love between young men and women, and seen the mutual support between friends.

These things are simply unimaginable in the abyss.

Although Flora always claimed that she wanted to receive love and to fall in love with others, she fell silent when she actually witnessed other people's "love".

Flora doesn't understand love.

Faced with the kindness offered to her, she was even somewhat afraid and chose to run away.

But while constantly running away, she also developed a stronger longing for this unfamiliar emotion.

"Perhaps I can give it a try?"

Although she had this idea, she never put it into practice, and she always backed down at the crucial moment.

Until one day, a change occurred.

That day, Flora met a boy by a lake.

The handsome white-haired boy bathing in the lake showed her astonishing kindness.

"Hi, hi, hi! Beautiful lady, nice to meet you. Would you like to be my friend?"

"who am I?"

"Oh! Sister, you're so bold as to ask my name right away?"

"Hehe, you can call me—the Immortal of the Lake!"

"Of course, if you don't like this title, you can call me..."

The boy smiled knowingly, winked at her, and said his name.

"Herbert".

"Don't worry, it's okay if you can't remember it the first time. You'll definitely remember my name in the future."

(End of this chapter)