Yes, love can save humanity.

Are you also...my companion?

Custer listened and realized that this was what his own self in the dream said and thought when facing the young man.

"yes."

She saw that the boy, who had never appeared in her memory, responded to her expectations.

"That's... my staff... are you going to... take me away?"

In the dream, she seemed to be dreaming, immersed in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm here to take you away."

"Would you like to see the flowers with me?"

Of course I do. How could I not want to?

"...What kind of flower?"

But in her dream, just like in reality, she did not dare to indulge in the beauty of the moment and raised questions.

"Fireworks. The biggest fireworks ever."

Custer saw that the boy in the dream stretched out his hand, conjured up a beautiful flower, handed it to his past self in the dream, and extended an invitation.

At this moment, she could even feel that her past self in the dream was so happy.

Because she actually waited for someone of her kind whom she had never imagined to meet, and he invited her.

Even if this was just a dream, it was enough to bring some touch to her who was so wounded.

No, it's more than that.

Custer even began to envy himself in his dreams.

Because this is the experience she longs for in reality but has never experienced before.

Therefore, when I saw myself in the dream, I did not take the flowers, but held the other person's hand and felt the warmth from the other person's palm, the emotions in my heart were so excited and high.

It was as if I had inadvertently received a gift from fate and obtained the most precious treasure in the world.

This is a friend who has "fairy eyes" just like you, and has a very nice name that reminds you of spring.

Shire, the blue Shire.

then.

The whole dream is no longer different from reality.

The beautiful dream called Charles took her away from the cage called Tintagel.

He even listened to her malicious words, knocked out Grandpa Hector, who was so stubborn that he sometimes annoyed her and wanted to play a prank on her, and took him away.

Then, in her dream, she no longer felt the malice of the fairies.

Protected by the flames that burned the world, she went to the City of Hope, a place that was different from Tintagel and had some light, and experienced a warm time she had never imagined.

Unfortunately.

The dream seemed to come to an abrupt end at the first stop of the journey.

Because, Caster... no, it's Altria who has woken up.

The Son of Prophecy woke up from his dream and looked at the nameless forest filled with fog, his heart filled with sadness.

"It's really... enviable."

"In the dream, Custer actually wanted to become the son of prophecy..."

"Obviously, this will only bring endless pain that I can't even forget or even numb myself to."

“I really want to exchange.”

"Obviously, it was just a dream..."

Altria recalled the young man named Ciel in her dream, and felt the warmth that remained in her heart even after waking up, and sighed.

"How about... going to Londinium City?"

"Just think of it as finding material for a beautiful dream... that's fine."

Even if this might make me feel more lost and empty.

At least, I can have a good dream.

Thinking of this, Altria stood up, packed her few belongings, and prepared to leave this area that could not numb her soul.

however.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient."

Altria Caster heard a voice that was somewhat similar to her own, but full of amorous feelings, echoing in her mind.

"My dear child of prophecy, stir up the fire in your heart and you will reach the nameless forest tomorrow."

"How can this be?"

"...How did he end up in this place of exile?" Hearing that apocalyptic voice, Artoria said in surprise, "Obviously...there is nothing worth noting here..."

"Hehe, why put yourself down?"

"Obviously, there is someone he cares about here."

"Or... you don't know who he came for?"

Hearing this voice that seemed to be spoken by another self, Artoria felt as if her heart skipped a beat.

Then, the strong beat that seemed to appear only in dreams began to resound in her body.

"Ciel... does he really exist?"

"You may think that I am deceiving you, but just think of it as you are being deceived by me and entering into the gambling game I set up."

"Son of prophecy, if the flame that stirs your heart appears tomorrow, you must promise me one thing."

"...What is it?" Artoria said very vigilantly, "I will never do anything that is against the law of nature!"

"Hehe... don't worry about that."

"What I want you to do is to face your feelings and grab everything you like."

"Don't go and snatch it as Altria, the child of prophecy, but as Caster, a country fairy!"

"Rob...seize? Everything...that you like?" Altria Caster suddenly understood something after hearing that voice, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that...Charles has already..."

"Yes, he already has a master, and that person is about to knock open his heart and live in his heart!"

"If you don't do anything, you can only watch the person you like become someone else's property~"

"And the identity of your enemy is the supreme princess of the Fairy Kingdom!"

"Your Highness?!"

Altria Caster said in surprise: "So... Charles is actually the princess' man?"

"Right now, he is just living under someone else's roof, just going along with the situation. What about in the future..."

Following the hint of the voice, the Child of Prophecy could even see the fire that warmed him embracing others.

"Or are you just a lowly country boar who would never dare to eat other people's cabbages until his death?"

At this moment.

Custer could clearly feel that a nerve in his brain was broken.

"Your Highness, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Isn't it just robbing someone? Who can't do that?"

The son of prophecy from the countryside ignited the fighting spirit.

Chapter 23 Embracing your star of hope

The next day, the sky was bright.

"Charles, wake up!" As soon as Charles woke up, he heard Bavanshi's urging voice coming from outside his tent, "It's time to continue on our journey!"

"I see."

Hearing his boss's somewhat urgent urging voice, Charles responded and started to put on his clothes.

After leaving his tent, Charles did not see Bawanshi urging him, but instead heard the Blood Princess's mumbling coming from the tent.

"Are you out yet? You're not too slow in getting dressed, are you?"

"Really? Don't be like that stupid pig named Meilushin and sleep in so early in the morning."

No...why doesn't she come out?

In Charles's impression, with Bawanshi's hot temper, if he didn't respond for a long time, she should have run directly into her tent and kicked him awake.

It is quite rare to see him muttering to himself in the tent like this.

Although he was a little confused, Charles still came to Bawanshi's tent and asked like a butler, "Princess, what can I do for you?"

"You can sleep really well...it took me a long time to call you and you didn't respond."

Please, just call me three times, okay?

"I'm sorry." Ciel knew that his boss was not the type to make sense, so he used the universal formula for Bavanshi and replied, "I felt too safe to sleep in the realm of Her Royal Highness the Princess, so I accidentally slept a little soundly."

"...You are sensible."

"I have an umbrella in my tent." Bawanshi's tone instantly became much calmer, and he said, "Hold the umbrella for me and take me to the car."

what?

This is...you still want me to take care of your daily life?

Where did this spoiled daughter come from? She has so many problems.

"So... my apologies."

Ciel complained in his mind and entered Bavanshi's tent.

The Blood Princess had already put on her red dress and crown, and was holding up the white lace stockings with flower patterns with her slender hands and carefully putting them on her feet.

She put on her socks gently and delicately, as if she were performing an important ritual.

First, the toes slide into the sock opening, along the curve of the arch of the foot, slowly slide over the ankle, and then slowly pull up the lace, wrapping the calf with graceful curves, reaching above the knee, approaching the boundary line of the eye-catching mysterious area.

It's really art.

Looking at Bavanshi, who was completely unconcerned about the gazes of her servants and was fully displaying her innate beauty, Charles couldn't help but have the illusion that he was witnessing the birth of art.

"What's wrong with you?" Bawanshi raised her head and asked in confusion, "Why are you standing here?"

Before Ciel could answer, Bavanshi followed his gaze, looked at where the other person was paying attention, and immediately understood the reason.

Bawanshi shook her beautiful feet and asked, "Beautiful, right?"

Ciel answered truthfully, "Very beautiful."

"Good answer."

"If anyone dared to look at me like this or say such things, I would have cut off their feet and kept them as collections." Bavanshi narrowed her eyes and said with joy, "Be grateful, Charles."

Listening to Bawanxi's words, Xia suddenly felt his heart stagnate, and then beat violently.

The reason his heart was beating so fast was not because of some high-level foot fetish.

Mainly, the implication of Bawanshi's words really makes people think a lot.

If others see it this way, something bad will happen = but if I see it, nothing will happen =...I can’t say!

Is this the silly daughter of the Morgan family that I know, Bavanshi, who can be coaxed into submission by just a few nice words?

Daring to say such tempting words, has she really not thought about how dangerous the consequences of saying so would be, or has she thought about this and is simply testing him?

No, no, no!

I can’t doubt Bhavanshi’s brain.

Otherwise, maybe I would have been assimilated to the same level by her little brain that day!