Chapter 491 – Chapter 491 Between Family and Family
(You can enter the dream and bring it back.)
It was a relief to the extent that I could use the expression, “Thank you for your happiness”.
On the continent of Illunia, where the succubus had been annihilated, Beatrice and I were the only beings who could use the dream.
Although I was the culprit, it also meant that there would be no one to rescue Beatrice if she was in a situation like hers without me.
I thought I might be able to get out on my own, but that wasn’t the case either.
(From what I’ve heard, we succubus will never come out of a dream like this, so be careful.)
After hearing Beatrix’s words, Viola looked worried and began to ask the question we were thinking about.
“Why? If you are a race of dreams, shouldn’t you come out rather easily?”
(That… I don’t know.)
It wasn’t irresponsible.
It was a look I really didn’t know.
It was just telling the story of the succubus of the past that had been handed down by word of mouth.
(Succubus is not originally a group, but a race with individuality dominated by individual desires.)
However, he explained that the reason why succubuses, even if they are small, in groups, is because of the dream that has come down from the past.
(I honestly ignored such absurd stories, but… It’s embarrassing to see Viche go through it himself.)
“Bice?”
(It’s my daughter’s nickname.)
“Aha… I think it’s better than Bea Beace! When it comes out later, I will call you that too!”
(…? What is Bea Beace?)
Orwell interjected without notice, and Beatrix poked him in the side and said,
(It’s a nickname for a friend. Be aware.)
(That’s right… Anyway…)
Orwell relaxed his bewildered expression and looked at me and said.
(You are the culprit behind this. You will admit that much, right?)
“Sure.”
Without hesitation, I nodded and answered.
“I will be sure to save you.”
(….)
Orwell, who was making a grim face, suddenly lowered his head, and he spoke desperately to me.
(Please. I don’t mean to blame you. Just… Allow me to see my daughter again. Forgive me for my rudeness the other day.)
“… All right.”
It has changed from a sweet cat to a decent prisoner.
As I approached Beatrice on the bed and tried to cast a dream, I heard the voices of a man and a woman from behind.
(Honey, is this okay?)
(Huh-huh~ Well done. My husband.)
(Kuhmm… I don’t like it, but I can’t help it if you tell me to.)
“….”
It was changed back to a cat with a good night’s sleep.
But now those changes didn’t matter.
‘Whether it was a good night or not… I have to let them meet again.’
As I made a promise to myself, I lay down next to Beatrice on the bed and said,
“Then… I’ll come.”
Saying that, I pierced right into Beatrice’s dream.
..
..
The scene you see as soon as you enter the dream was a place where you could immediately know where it was just by looking at it at a glance.
‘Mt. Myohong.’
There was no reason to question it.
The Beatrice I knew had lived here almost her entire life.
Recalling the location of Beatrice’s house I had stopped by the other day, I hurriedly moved her steps.
Fortunately, I was able to find Beatrice before I got home.
And such Beatrice….
“Let’s dig flowers~ No… Let’s draw… No! Let’s collect!”
“….”
As a child, he was collecting red flowers.
I began to secretly observe Beatrice with an admiring expression.
‘They really look alike.’
The childhood Beatrice was no different from now.
Even the clothes she was wearing now were her usual goth loli outfits.
It was just that he had become younger, but his behavior did not feel very different from what he is now.
‘She’s pretty now, but she was cute again at this time.’
It was such an admirable moment.
“Hey! Sick!”
“….”
Beatrice, who had a small body, flinched at the loud voice, hardened her expression, and began turning his head stiffly.
Hiding her body, I followed her gaze and carefully turned my head to look at her.
There stood the little orange-tinted Miao tribes around like chameleons.
As I looked at them, one suddenly came to my mind.
‘Because it’s a prisoner… I can’t….’
At first, I was told that I was a Miao people, so I thought they only had a tail and ears like Beatrice, but the Miao people were more like real beastmen.
In the case of Orwell, he seemed blurry because he was in a state of spirit, and he was not very impressed because he did not have time to enjoy it leisurely.
However, looking at the children like this, the shapes and colors caught my eye.
It had hair all over its body, and its hands were human-like, but with sharp, awl-like claws sticking out. It was a race that left more impressions of sharpness than cuteness.
‘Beatrice’s mom has a really good taste….’
Well, since succubuses don’t have men in the first place….
While I was watching and appreciating the Miao tribe, the Miao tribe with sharp eyes surrounded Beatrice and started shouting.
“Hey! Asshole! We told you to leave by today, didn’t you!?”
The main content was that they threatened to get out of Myohong Mountain.
‘That’s awful… Demons are no different from humans.’
I’d rather not know if it’s a completely different species, but I’m naturally wary of species that look similar.
And when they are convinced that the species is weaker than themselves, they instinctively become aggressive.
Little Beatrice was threatened for a long time, but was barely able to escape the danger due to a sound coming from far away.
“Hey! What are you guys doing there!”
“Ugh! It appeared again and bounced off!”
“If you don’t leave by tomorrow, you will really die!”
“….”
The little Miao tribesmen who were glaring at Beatrice started to run somewhere like animals into the forest in an instant.
I didn’t miss that moment and created the magic circle.
‘Look around. Beasts!’
Jigsaw Jigsaw!
“Quaaaaagh!”
The Miao children were struck by my magic, and suddenly they began to disappear like smoke.
‘Eh? What? Is it a dream?’
It was embarrassing to die from the magic I was just trying to prick up.
But I didn’t regret it.
‘… Death looks like Zealot. When I come out of Beatrice’s dream, I’ll summon her with the Spirit Summoning Art.’
And I’ll make you a dragoon.
While I was distracted for a moment, the owner of the voice earlier had approached Beatrice.
“Bice. Are you okay?”
It was Beatrix, looking at her with a worried face.
Beatrice lifted the shrinking Beatrice up and began to embrace her.
Beatrice, held in her arms like that, opened her mouth to Beatrix in a sullen voice.
“Mom… Why do kids hate me?”
“….”
He seemed to be contemplating which side to choose between truth and lies.
It will hurt to tell the truth… Telling a lie is okay now, but it could be a bigger wound later.
‘Parents are difficult.’
Beatrice’s parents in particular would have done more.
And….
‘Beatrice must have realized it after all.’
When I saw such a scene appearing in my dream, I could surmise that it meant that I didn’t know it at the time, but now I realized it all.
“….”
Beatrix was silent for a moment, then started to go somewhere while holding Beatrice.
And where we arrived….
“Wow! Mom! There are so many flowers here!”
“Right? This is where my mother found it.”
It was the same field of flowers that Beatrice had guided us to before.
It was a very strange place.
It was such an inconspicuous place for its size.
“It’s a place she stumbled upon after her mom was flying around.”
“Wow… Really pretty!”
“Vice.”
“Yes?”
Beatrice opened her mouth while stroking Beatrice’s hair while holding the grinning Beatrice in her arms.
“Later… If a real friend shows up, let me know.”
“… Yes! I will!”
As Beatrice replied with such a bright smile, her surroundings began to change again.
‘… A real friend.’
Beatrice considered us real friends and led us to the flower field.
After that, the situation in the dream began to change radically.
Due to the sudden war, all the Miao people were taken to the battlefield.
Even the succubus, a race with strong individual tendencies, were all called to war.
The only thing Beatrice heard was that the two of them would have died after all.
Even that story was the news that I heard after rumor after rumor.
In the midst of a war that shook the continent, there was no demon who cared about the life or death of the girl’s family, whose race was indistinguishable.
It was natural.
At least, it was her comfort that she could be safely taken care of in her demon castle because of her demonic status.
But things started to get worse.
Every day was a series of defeats.
If you accidentally seize victory once, the very next day, the army, the cause of victory, evaporated and disappeared thanks to the hero’s performance.
Beatrice’s dream described the situation at that time in too much detail.
‘War is scary, but it’s really scary.’
If they were armed, they would rush at it with great ferocity, but those without power had no choice but to pray helplessly and earnestly.
And Beatrice was also in that position.
She just overheard the news that her parents died, and she received no comfort.
“Mom… Dad….”
For Beatrice, the current situation was hell.
I would rather be forcibly taken to the battlefield and hoped for an extreme situation where everything would end quickly.
And… Just as she had hoped, the extreme situation began to take place.
An order to infiltrate the army where the hero is and invade him.
It was such an absurd command.
A situation unfolded before my eyes that proved just how absurd that was.
The one who gave that order was none other than Demon King Guardia.
The demon king, who had never been able to see even with a sidelong glance in his entire life, had summoned Beatrice and ordered it.
“This is both an order and a request. Anything is good! Try to find even one helpful piece of information!”
A ridiculous order.
But it wasn’t entirely possible.
The human army was in a state of morale beyond the sky and reached the universe as they repeated victories in wars, led by warriors.
Rather, it was an ironic situation where vigilance was relaxed due to high morale.
Through such a gap, Beatrice alone had secretly infiltrated the unit where the hero was said to be.
Previously, when I heard from the demon king that Beatrice had secretly infiltrated the hero’s dream, I hadn’t heard of the process.
I just heard that they succeeded in breaking in well.
However….
“He… Eww… Oh, i’m scared… Hee….”
There was no image of Beatrice, who always smiled broadly and flirted with us.
All he could see was Beatrice, who was engulfed in fear and trembling.
‘Okay… If you’re not scared, then that’s weird.’
Beatrice, who had been infiltrating, flinched whenever she heard footsteps and shed tears like jewels.
It was pitiful.
I wanted to grab her by the arm right now and pull her out of her dreams.
‘No, as Beatrice said, if Beatrice’s condition is rare, then you should be careful.’
My heart ached when I saw Beatrice’s unfamiliar appearance, but I endured it.
With her trembling body, Beatrice managed to infiltrate the warrior’s quarters, and she was able to confirm his dreams.
It was luck.
‘… No matter how lax the boundaries, this was really lucky.’
Viola’s older brother, the warrior, was a hero of the war that swept the continent.
No matter how lax the boundaries were, there was no way the boundaries of his bed would be lax.
While countless guards were coming and going, Beatrice burrowed into the dream as quickly and accurately as possible and quickly extracted the information.
“Sah, I lived… Mom… Dad….”
Throughout the war, Beatrice wanted to die.
But at that moment, her desire to live in the face of fear began to dominate her body.
It was her desire that gave her a clue to her hopes of winning her war.
After that, the war ended.
Okay… Finished.
‘Then is it our turn to come out soon?’
I intended to take advantage of that opportunity and take Beatrice out of the dream.
It’s enough to subdue me in Beatrice’s dream and pretend to be me.
However….
‘… What?’
Suddenly, the screen suddenly changed, and the surroundings changed to Myohong Mountain.
Apparently, Beatrice had said that after the war he had never been to Hong Mountain.
‘Could it be starting over from that scene?’
Just when I had such doubts, Beatrice raised her voice and called someone.
“Mom! Dad!”
“… ?”
As for starting over, Beatrice’s voice was no different from her current one.
And the appearance of Beatrice I saw was no different from the present.
“Vice!”
“Daughter!”
With the sound of her Beatrice’s voice, her parents in her house jumped out and started hugging her.
Then Beatrice hugged the two of them and began to cry and cry.
“I really wanted to see you! Mom! Dad!”
I looked at the three with a bewildered expression.
‘What? Why is the content different?’
Beatrice was meeting her dead family instead of meeting us as she should have met.
