Type-Moon, isn't this really the other world?

Leticia's room.

"Arno! Arno!"

Leticia murmured, then suddenly called out Arno's name with great force, and then everything fell silent, with only the sound of her slightly rapid breathing echoing in the room.

After a long while, Leticia sat up, looked at the bedding that was no longer usable, and sighed softly.

She didn't originally want to think about these things.

But as Arno grew older, she thought about the responsibilities she was destined to have with Arno, which led her to recall the blissful memories she had shared in the church for a whole year before the flood destroyed the world, memories that she had buried deep in her memory.

In addition, they had nothing to do all day.

Now, Leticia is increasingly unable to control herself. Every day after separating from Arno and returning to her room, she will have sex at least two or three times, and this number is gradually increasing over the days.

"That does not work."

Leticia bit her lip slightly, wanting to go find Arno, but having received a modern education, she simply didn't have the courage to do such a thing.

"Let's wait until Arno is a bit older."

"Tap tap."

The sudden knocking startled Leticia, who asked in a panic, "What's wrong?"

"Mother, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

Arno's voice sounded somewhat embarrassed outside the door, but Leticia, worried about being discovered by him, didn't notice anything unusual.

"and many more!"

Leticia hurriedly gathered up the wet bedding, then changed it into clean bedding before going to the door and opening it.

A strikingly handsome young man stood behind the door.

Arno, or rather Lin Jiu'an.

"It's so late, what brings Arno to see his mother?"

"I have some things to take care of..."

Seeing Arno's obvious distress, Leticia's heart leaped into her throat. Arno was her only hope and motivation to live; if anything happened to him…

Leticia led Arno to the room and made him sit on the bed. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Arno? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ah."

"If you feel unwell anywhere, tell your mother quickly."

Seeing Leticia's anxious and almost tearful appearance, Arno hesitated for a while.

"Say it quickly!"

"Right, right here..."

Following the direction Arno was pointing, Leticia's tense expression vanished instantly, leaving her unsure whether to laugh, be annoyed, or feel embarrassed.

Yes, Arno is getting to that age too.

"I don't know what's wrong, I've just been feeling really bad lately, especially when I think about my mother..."

Seeing Arno's pained expression, Leticia bit her lower lip, her face flushed, but in the end, a determined look flashed in her eyes, and she reached out and grabbed him.

He said in a trembling voice, "Mother, please help you."

……

Every day after that.

Leticia seemed to have completely broken free from all constraints, no longer sleeping in separate rooms from Arno, but living in the same room, and their activities were not limited to the night.

Aside from the necessary meals and caring for the captive animals and plants, Leticia was almost always clinging to Arno.

That long-forgotten feeling was brought back to mind.

Faced with Leticia's excessive demands, Arno displayed the ability of a defender, responding to her requests in a way that satisfied or even frightened her, which only intensified Leticia's love for Arno.

As the days went by, Leticia finally became pregnant and gave birth to a girl ten months later. The day after giving birth to her daughter, she couldn't resist going to Arno's room and gave birth to twins a year later.

By the time their first daughter had grown up, Leticia had given birth to thirty-five children for Arno, including twenty girls and fifteen boys.

What surprised and delighted Leticia was that neither she nor Arno seemed to be affected by time. Arno, who was over thirty, still looked like a boy, while she, who was almost fifty, still looked like the girl she was when she gave birth to Arno. Only the long passage of time had given her the air of a beautiful woman.

As the children grew up, Leticia was finally able to hand over the care of the older children to them, and devote herself wholeheartedly to Arno.

However, fifty years later, thanks to her and Arno's efforts, they had grown into a tribe of several hundred people, and a hundred years later, the number had expanded to tens of thousands.

Arno and Letishia did not strictly manage the relationship between men and women in the tribe, only requiring that it be consensual for both parties. But what made her proud was that Arno, the child of "Lord" and the one she loved the most among her many children, was too perfect.

It's too powerful.

The beautiful girls in the tribe would always choose Arno after they came of age, and would even be willing to be alone for years to prove their love for Arno. Only those who were of average appearance and knew they were not good enough would choose other boys in the tribe.

Although Leticia was a little jealous, considering that she couldn't satisfy Arno on her own and that she always needed to rest for a few months every ten months, she generously accepted the children.

And the facts have proven that Leticia's choice was correct.

Of all the newborns, the children born to Leticia and Arno were the best, while the children born to Arno and the girls he was closest to were the next best. As for the offspring born to boys and girls, they were often much worse in appearance and physique, and some even had a very high mortality rate, which in turn led to a high maternal mortality rate.

But Arno's women never had to worry about their children dying, nor did they have to worry about dying from childbirth.

As the time goes.

The tribes were scattered into several, a dozen, or even dozens or hundreds of tribes, and formed villages and towns. However, the place where Leticia and Arno lived was always the most prosperous and powerful tribe.

Those outstanding women were only willing to marry Arno and only willing to have children with him.

Gradually.

Arno became the only male present.

As time went by, rumors began to circulate among the increasingly large tribes, such as "Arno is a demon that will destroy the world," and these rumors spread like wildfire.

No matter how Leticia tried to stop it, the rumors only intensified. Fortunately, Arno, as the child of God, was not only powerful but also incredibly strong.

Relying on absolute force, Arno led his people to conquer one tribe after another that began to resist and rebel. Leticia also began to reflect on her own problems, realizing that it was related to Arno's possession of the best female resources.

But those were also Leticia's children, and they only wanted to follow Arno. Leticia didn't want to force them to follow others, and she also felt that Arno deserved it. So after trying to persuade them several times without success, she gave up.

Fortunately, the children you bore for Arno, even the females, are not only exceptionally beautiful, but also stronger than the males.

Leticia didn't care about these things.

But suddenly, all the male offspring that Leticia bore for Arno, and the rulers of the various city-states, rebelled at the same time.

Although Arno led those outstanding women to suppress them one by one, the fact that almost the entire territory was in rebellion still caused you a lot of trouble.

Ultimately, Arno decided to meet with his first male descendants and ask them why they had rebelled.

Although Leticia felt uneasy, she still believed in and respected Arno's decision, and waited at home for Arno's return.

But in the end.

What Leticia received was a devastating piece of news.

Arno is dead!

Chapter Thirty-Six: Joan of Arc: Not there!

"almost."

Lin Jiu'an looked at Leticia's soul form lying on the bed with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face, his expression complicated.

Although he knew that the hundreds of years of companionship in his dreams were just a simulation he had created using his Nightmare Ability, and that it was only a fleeting moment to the outside world, it still made him develop some feelings for Leticia.

Seeing her suffering so much because of his death, Lin Jiu'an still found it hard to believe.

Lin Jiu'an could understand why Merlin and Meryl were so disdainful.

They possess this ability to control dreams.

Reality is but a fleeting moment, yet one can spend a hundred years or even longer in a dream. With such a long period of time and the experience gained through repeated dreams, one's humanity will naturally become indifferent and one will seek pleasure.

"It's best to avoid doing this unless absolutely necessary in the future."

"Well?"

Leticia's long eyelashes, wet with tears, trembled slightly as she opened her eyes and saw Lin Jiu'an standing in front of her.

"Ano!"

Leticia's face was instantly filled with surprise and joy. Overjoyed, she rushed forward and hugged Lin Jiu'an tightly.

"Mommy has finally seen you again! Mommy has finally found you!"

Looking at Leticia, who was crying her eyes out in his arms, Lin Jiu'an felt a mix of emotions.

Even after the death of Arno, the character he played, the dream did not end.

Leticia, along with her and her daughters of superior bloodline, killed all those who participated in the rebellion and frantically used the corpses of the rebels, and even living men, to hold bloody sacrificial rituals in the hope of resurrecting them.

Then Leticia discovered that she could not revive him.

She went completely mad, wanting to kill all the men. In the end, due to the constant fighting, she and her completely loyal children were all killed or wounded, and she herself died in the siege of the rebels.

“My name is not Yano, my name is Lin Jiu’an.”

Leticia trembled and looked up at Lin Jiu'an. No matter how many times she looked at the boy in front of her, it was indeed Arno. She would never mistake him for someone else.

"Arno, don't you remember me either? I'm your mother."

Then, Leticia seemed to understand something, and said pitifully, "I'm sorry, Arno, it's all my fault. If I could have helped you, you wouldn't have died. It's all my fault..."

Lin Jiu'an reached out and tapped Leticia's forehead.

Memories of reality from before the dream flooded Leticia's mind like a tide. Leticia lost her voice; she remembered.

However, after a long period of recollection, Leticia still hugged Lin Jiu'an tightly.

She is, after all, human.

She was an ordinary rural girl who had always lived a quiet but monotonous life in the countryside, attending a church school, and had experienced too little.

Those centuries-old dreams were her everything.

Even knowing that this might all be false, she couldn't bring herself to deny everything as false as those heroic spirits did, and instead become Lin Jiu'an's enemy once again.

"Arno."

Leticia let out another pitiful cry.

"You're Arno, right?"

"I can be, but what about you?"

Leticia's delicate body trembled violently.

If she were one of those Servants who had experienced a turbulent life and possessed an unwavering will.

At this moment, she could push Lin Jiu'an away and realize that it was just a dream fabricated by the other party.

But Leticia is just a high school girl from the countryside who has lived her whole life in the countryside. Her understanding of the outside world comes only from the rare television broadcasts and the stories told by her classmates who have been to the city. She is unable to distinguish or give up the "dream" that is many times older than her age.

"Do you really want to destroy the world?"

"I told you I have no interest in destroying the world."

Feeling Leticia's arms tighten around him, Lin Jiu'an reached out and hugged her back.

"My wish is the same as your child's."

Build a huge harem and live a life of happiness with no worries about food, clothing, or sex.

"Then, hook?"

Seeing Leticia with tears in her eyes, extending her little finger, Lin Jiu'an chuckled and hooked his little finger with hers.

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Awakening from her coma, Joan of Arc opened her eyes in a daze.

"Where is this place?"

The first thing you see is a Western-style bedroom, which is very large and luxuriously decorated.

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, and once her memory was fully restored, she suddenly tried to sit up.