blueteamnovel Chapter 215 : Let's See Who Dares to Make a Move
Chapter 215 : Let's See Who Dares to Make a Move
Celitia fell silent for a moment.Regarding the situation here, Celitia had her own speculations, but she couldn't tell Ariel the details.
If she revealed everything, she would definitely be treated as a heretic.
Or rather, to be precise, to the church, she was already a heretic.
Forget it, she just needed to solve the immediate predicament.
If Ariel had any questions, she could just deflect them later.
"The wish fulfillment they talk about probably refers to the dreams here."
Celitia said indifferently. "In dreams, as long as you dare to imagine it, any wish can come true."
The blush that had just faded from Ariel's face quickly climbed back up her cheeks.
Wish fulfillment...
Could that really have been her wish?
Snatching Celitia away from Sophia and such...
No, impossible—that was too crazy!
Ariel's heart became tangled again.
Celitia belatedly glanced at her: "Oh, I wasn't talking about you."
This comment was like adding legs to a snake—Ariel's expression became even more awkward.
Celitia didn't pay much attention and continued:
"Benita and I followed Granny Monica and arrived at this place together. Just as we approached these ruins, the two of them disappeared."
She pondered for a moment. "Now we need to find a way to locate both of them and leave this dreamscape first."
Hearing Celitia mention serious business, Ariel finally calmed down and nodded decisively: "Alright."
Leaving the empty house, when the two stepped outside, the scenery had changed again.
"How did it change? This looks a bit like the streets of Cassia's inner district."
Ariel looked around and turned back to Celitia in confusion.
"Could it be that because I woke up, the part of the dream that belonged to me disappeared?"
"Very likely," Celitia nodded. "Since it's become Cassia, this should be Benita's dream. She's probably nearby—let's go look for her."
"Look over there," Ariel pointed in another direction. "That area seems quite lively."
Looking in the direction Ariel pointed, Celitia indeed saw bustling crowds.
Those people were well-dressed, appearing to be nobles, queuing in an orderly fashion as they walked through a large gate.
"I recognize that estate," Ariel recalled. "That should be Countess Meilenn's home."
Celitia said: "That's right then. Let's go take a look."
Reaching the entrance, the two mixed into the back of the crowd and walked into the estate with the nobles.
"Why is it so lively today?"
Ariel took the initiative to speak, asking a black-clad female noble ahead: "Is the Countess hosting some kind of event at her residence today?"
"Hm? You don't know? Aren't you someone who was invited to attend the banquet?"
The female noble was very surprised, looked back at Ariel, and frowned in displeasure.
"Also, what do you mean 'Countess'—it's 'Your Grace the Duchess.' Don't use the wrong title next time."
"Duchess? Did I get it wrong?"
Ariel muttered in confusion under her breath. "But I remember there are only five people with ducal titles in the entire kingdom, and none of them are women..."
Hearing Ariel's muttering, Celitia shot her a look and signaled her to shut up quickly.
It was already established that this was a dream—naturally anything was possible.
"You misunderstand, we certainly received an invitation from Her Grace the Duchess."
Celitia immediately started bluffing. "The invitation wasn't very clear, so we're just curious about what this banquet is being held for?"
The female noble wasn't entirely convinced and looked Celitia up and down, assessing her appearance, temperament, and attire for a moment before answering:
"Then you're really uninformed—Her Grace Duchess Meilenn and Her Majesty the Queen Mother held their wedding the day before yesterday. Now they're widely inviting guests for a grand banquet. We're all here for that, naturally."
"What? Her Grace the Duchess had a wedding with Her Majesty the Queen Mother??"
Ariel was greatly shocked and exclaimed: "Is that even possible??"
"What's wrong with it?"
Celitia quietly pinched Ariel's arm and kept her voice very low: "Didn't you also dream about me marrying Sophia?"
"This..."
Ariel found this reasonable when she heard it, but then felt something was off.
"But Her Majesty the Queen Mother died long ago! This is too absurd!"
The Queen Mother Ariel referred to was Gorman's mother, the previous princess of Lansca, who had passed away not long after Gorman became king.
Even if resurrected in a dream, she should be over sixty years old.
Meilenn was only forty—why would she think of marrying a sixty-something old lady?
Celitia pinched Ariel hard again, almost twisting the flesh on her arm into a pretzel.
How could this foolish Saintess's brain not make the connection?!
She cleared her throat: "The Queen Mother this lady mentioned should be referring to Her Majesty Marianne."
Having heard their conversation clearly, the suspicion in the female noble's eyes had turned to certainty.
She suddenly grabbed both their hands and dragged them away from the queue heading to the hall.
"Someone come quickly, catch them!" the female noble shouted loudly. "These two are fraudsters who snuck in to cause trouble!"
"..."
She turned to glare at Ariel.
This is all your fault!
If you're always so straightforward, you'll easily be deceived, you foolish Saintess!
Ariel was very shocked: "Don't you recognize me? I'm the—"
Before she could finish saying "I'm the," the female noble impatiently interrupted Ariel:
"I don't care who you are. How dare you say that Her Majesty the Queen Mother is dead—such blatant offense couldn't come from any decent person!"
One sentence left Ariel feeling choked.
How was she supposed to know the dream's setting would be like this?
It was way too different from reality!
Also, was her fame here really so low that she'd be mistaken for a fraud?!
Ariel forcibly suppressed the urge to take action and tried to explain to the female noble:
"Listen to me, we really aren't fraudsters. We came here looking for Miss Benita—"
As Ariel attempted to communicate, burly servants swarmed over and tightly surrounded the two.
"Don't cause trouble here. Even if you're begging, our duchess is always kind-hearted and will reward you!"
One of them grabbed Celitia's arm roughly and rudely, pulling her off balance so she nearly fell to the ground.
Seeing all this, Ariel's forcibly suppressed anger erupted like a volcano:
"I'd like to see who dares to make a move?!"