blueteamnovel Chapter 221 : You Don't Trust Me Enough
Chapter 221 : You Don't Trust Me Enough
Holding the rabbit by its long ears, Celitia curiously swayed it around and casually touched the white fur on its body.Was it mimicking the appearance of a rabbit? The texture actually wasn't bad?
"What bad person or not?" Celitia said leisurely. "Didn't your family teach you to be polite and not curse at people randomly?"
The rabbit was very indignant: "We demons are born from nature, each one free and unrestrained—we don't have family!"
Celitia applied a bit more pressure with her hand, pinching the rabbit's ear until it squealed in pain.
"Gentler, gentler! Who exactly are you? Why do you have a strange aura—it's a bit like our kind, but scarier than our kind?!"
The strange aura—was it referring to the mark left by the Goddess of Night?
"You don't need to worry about that much," Celitia said indifferently. "Stop your mischief, dispel this dreamscape, and let us out."
"This isn't mischief at all!"
The rabbit retorted. "You have the aura of our kind on you, so you should know we're just foraging—ow ow, be gentler! I said be gentler!!"
Celitia repeatedly squeezed the rabbit in her hands until it squealed, before finally letting it off:
"Then that's even more wrong. Why aren't you staying properly in your world instead of coming out here?"
"This..." The rabbit was momentarily speechless.
After a long while, it weakly answered:
"I don't know how I got out either, but when I came to my senses, I was already here. The outside world is so fun—aren't you here too?"
At this point, the rabbit became righteous again.
"I didn't make this place like this. The two worlds became connected, which is why dreamscapes are easily born. I'm just taking advantage of the situation and getting some food on the side. I've been giving everyone who comes in proper beautiful dreams! I heard that people have spread rumors about this being a place where wishes come true. Many of the people who come are pitiful, so I've tried my best to fulfill their wishes in dreams..."
Celitia looked up at it: "After giving them beautiful dreams where their wishes come true, you immediately make them have nightmares?"
"Because for me, only the consciousness and emotions produced by nightmares are my food."
The rabbit was very serious, speaking at length. "I satisfied them, so they should give me something in return—isn't that the rule of your human world!"
Celitia was stunned and couldn't find words to refute for a moment.
This guy had quite a lot of twisted logic!
"Moreover, because of the beautiful dreams, the nightmares become more profound by comparison, and taste better too—ow!"
The rabbit's long ear was pinched by Celitia again, causing it to cry out in pain once more as it struggled to twist its round body.
"Don't pinch, don't pinch! I ate the nightmares, so they won't remember the bad things in them. Even if you leave it alone, they won't be harmed—at most they'll be mentally dazed for a while. It really doesn't matter!"
"You talk too much. I don't want to hear you make excuses for yourself."
Celitia was too lazy to listen to this dream demon's chatter. If they kept talking, Ariel and Benita would return soon.
If they saw this, it would probably be hard to explain, and this little dream demon might even be taken back to the church for research.
"I'll give you two minutes. Immediately dispel Monica's dream and I'll let you go."
Having been caught red-handed by Celitia, unable to fight or escape, the rabbit knew its dinner was completely ruined.
It said dejectedly: "Fine, I'll dispel it right now."
The rabbit's short front limbs waved in the air, laboriously drawing several runes.
The scene before them shattered like glass, turning to powder and scattering. The prosperous village disappeared from view, returning to the dilapidated ruins.
Monica closed her eyes in confusion, her body swaying as she fell forward.
Celitia quickly reached out and firmly caught Monica, preventing her from falling to the ground.
The rabbit seized the opportunity and broke free from Celitia's hands.
"Hahaha, I'm free! See you never!!"
The rabbit's fluffy body turned back into a semi-transparent cloud and quickly merged into the air, disappearing from sight.
"Did something happen?"
Ariel and Benita came rushing from two different directions, their faces full of anxiety.
Celitia supported Monica and shook her head at them: "It's nothing. The dream has ended."
"Didn't we agree to let us find an exit? What did you do on your own again??"
Ariel's expression was extremely ugly. She grabbed Celitia and held her arm, looking her up and down.
"I really didn't do anything," Celitia said with a bitter smile, spreading her hands toward her. "Look, I'm fine now, aren't I? Not a single abnormality."
Ariel examined her for a long time, and only after confirming she had no abnormalities did she relax slightly.
"Then what exactly happened? Why did the dream suddenly end?"
"The dream's power was already very weak," Celitia's gaze flickered slightly. "Maybe it finally reached its limit and ended on its own."
Listening to Celitia's words, Ariel was very puzzled.
She and Benita had searched for a long time at the dream's edges.
Every time they felt they were about to get out, they would go in circles and end up back at their original position.
The dream's power was indeed not as strong as before, but it hadn't reached the point where it couldn't sustain itself and would dissipate on its own.
The last dream had clearly ended suddenly.
Under Ariel's gaze, Celitia's eyes became increasingly evasive, not daring to meet hers directly.
"Benita, why don't you take Granny Monica over there to sit for a while? We'll wait for her to wake up."
Ariel said to Benita, then pulled Celitia to the other side.
"The dreamscape has indeed disappeared, but this place is still filled with a strange feeling."
Ariel slowly spoke. "What exactly is going on here? Do you know the details, Lily?"
Unconsciously, Ariel had also called her by her nickname.
Ariel thought that since Celitia had already agreed in the dream, this wasn't presumptuous.
Being silently watched by those calm golden eyes, Celitia's eyelashes trembled as she slowly lowered her gaze.
"I'm sorry, Saintess, I really don't know what's going on."
Once branded as a heretic, it would only bring endless trouble—for both of them.
Knowing nothing and maintaining the current state was a good thing.
She called her by her nickname, yet Celitia chose a more distant form of address.
Deep disappointment gradually rose in Ariel's eyes:
"I see, you don't want to say... I understand. You don't trust me enough."
Celitia wanted to say something, but the words came to her lips and she swallowed them back.