Seeing that she had a plan, the Sound Witch said nothing more and just sighed.
"You have big ideas, and I won't get involved. But I guess, with your personality, when the old goes out, the new has to come, right?"
Chiara raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.
"What, you want to take my place?"
The Sound Witch made an exaggerated expression.
"Please let me go. I finally found something new. Can you let me play for a few more days?"
Stopping at the fork leading to different houses, Chiara shook her head and pushed her on the shoulder of the person next to her.
"Go back quickly. Don't think too much. I can do this little thing myself."
The Sound Witch staggered two steps, turned her head and showed an expression that she was hesitant to speak.
She seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a moment, and finally said.
"Then I wish you... a good dream."
…
After separating from the Sound Witch, Chiara came to her house in the core area.
This is not so much a house as a prison surrounded.
Several barriers, from large to small, tightly wrapped it, and the defense was so tight that not even a mosquito could fly in.
Chiara glanced at the house surrounded by layers of barriers, and then walked straight through.
Like a pebble falling into a calm lake, she passed through several barriers one after another, leaving only a moment of ripples.
Chiara went all the way deep, from outside the house, to inside the house, and finally stopped in front of the basement door.
A door covered with various seals appeared in front of her.
Chiara took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole of the door.
In fact, there are very few witches who can build basements here in the Witch House.
Most witches are very casual. They have more than one house, each with its own characteristics. They don't have to consider the problem of lack of space, so they never think about the trouble of building a basement.
Only a witch like Chiara who needs to store "special items" would deliberately build such a space to carry out some... relatively hidden activities.
Opening the door to the basement, Chiara held up the lamp and walked in.
This is a very spacious room.
It's so spacious that it makes your head tingle.
It was empty, and the only furniture was a very comfortable-looking large bed placed at the foot.
Like a torture chamber specially arranged for interrogation, it is easy for people to have various bad associations.
Chiara is obviously very familiar with the environment here.
She put down the lamp, walked straight to the bed, and lay down on it.
The next second, the huge barrier placed suspended on the ceiling came into view.
This is an inexplicably artistic picture.
The huge square barrier contains pink mist, like a carefully carved crystal ceiling, giving it a dreamy beauty.
Especially the fog is still changing, sometimes thick and sometimes light, as if it can breathe, which is more and more eye-catching.
Looking at this extremely familiar scenery, Chiara covered herself with quilt and slowly closed her eyes.
The next second, a little light pink mist spread from the barrier, quickly enveloping the entire space.
Under its influence, Chiara fell into a deep sleep.
In her mind, she pictured two demon pets fighting each other.
The next second, two blurry figures suddenly appeared in the pink mist.
Faintly visible, like a mirage.
Even the specific image is not clear.
However, those attacks that responded to the movements of the two blurry shadows, hitting the wall and making real sounds, seemed to indicate that they were more than just illusions.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of fighting finally subsided.
Chiara's dream seemed to have entered the next stage.
She dreamed that she had a similar magic pet, and it was extremely powerful. It could trample both Fuya and Kana underfoot, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.
The pink mist that had been staring at her for a long time, like a shark that smelled blood, approached Chiara and completely enveloped her.
The next second, the pink mist formed a bloody mouth and bit into Chiara's head.
In just an instant, the happiness and joy in Chiara's dream disappeared without a trace.
All the positive emotions were pulled away by the impatient powder mist.
Afterwards, Fenwu, who had had a good meal, leisurely retreated into the barrier and returned to his harmless appearance.
It wasn't until it finished eating that Chiara opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.
"...It's so disgusting."
Rubbing her temples, Chiara looked at the necklace around her neck and clicked her tongue.
It's certainly not a comfortable experience.
She still remembered the content of the dream, but no matter how she recalled it, the dream was like a faded painting, unable to make any waves in her heart.
"Greedy guy."
Looking up at the ceiling, Chiara scolded and then sat up from the bed.
She felt as if a piece of her heart had been taken away, and she felt a little empty.
Touching her heart, Chiara frowned, as if she wanted to get angry, but no matter what she was thinking in her head, her mood remained very stable.
Smooth to the point of almost no fluctuations.
This gave her a strong sense of fragmentation, as if her mind and body had been deliberately cut apart.
It has its thoughts and its plans.
No matter how many times she experienced this bad feeling, Chiara still found it difficult to adapt.
She took a deep breath and looked up at the barrier above her head.
The pink mist that had finished eating was in a "satisfied" state, and its circulation speed was much slower than before.
It was as if after eating and drinking enough, he started to spread out on the bed.
Chiara didn't feed it just to watch it enjoy itself.
The witch contracted the barrier in dissatisfaction, and under this stimulation, the pink mist reacted reluctantly.
Pale pink light was projected from a high place. Chiara opened her eyes wide and could see that in this huge and hazy body, there was a new heart being gestated.
Tsk.
Chiara frowned dissatisfied.
This is too small.
Less than half the size of her fist, Chiara couldn't even look at this kind of heart before.
Not to mention the effort to compress and purify it is a complete waste of time.
With a stinky face, she separated the heart into a small barrier. Chiara waved her hand and pushed it far away, showing an out-of-sight, out-of-mind look.
She was a little frustrated.
I obviously felt that I was in a good mood today, so I came here specifically to "feed" Abys Dream.
I didn’t expect that after this round of feeding, such a small heart would be born.
The gap between reality and imagination made Chiara feel a little depressed.
