Chapter 167: Black Monastery

Chapter 167: Black Monastery

A dream shared by everyone? Klein silently repeated Admiral of Stars Cattleya’s words, faintly understanding the situation he was in:

The night of this dangerous sea connected the dreams of every living creature here!

As for creatures that remained awake, because their spirit bodies were not within the dream, they would lack the necessary protection and suffer attacks from something indescribable.

Why that kind of attack caused disappearance rather than death on the spot, Klein had never personally experienced anything similar and truly had no way to guess.

As thoughts raced through his mind, Klein drew his gaze back from Cattleya and looked again toward the magnificent city across the cliff. Curiosity stirred within him.

“If this world really is formed from the joined dreams of every local creature, then whose dream does this city that surpasses imagination belong to?”

He stared at it for a few seconds, then asked, “What is it called?”

What was the name of this city that should only exist in myths and legends?

Admiral of Stars Cattleya continued gazing blankly ahead. Like someone murmuring in sleep, she said, “I don’t know… Every time I enter the dream here, there’s a chance I’ll see it, yet I can never get close.

“She said this place resembles Feysac’s Twilight Giant Hall.

“She should have her own guess, but she never told me.”

She? The Queen of Mysteries? The Twilight Giant Hall is the seat of the Church of the God of Combat’s pontiff… Klein looked around and said after a little deliberation, “I’m going to look around.”

He believed the Future would not remain in this sea for only a few days. He would certainly encounter more nights and enter this dream world more than once. Therefore, to prepare for accidents and gather information, a certain amount of exploration was necessary.

And exploration unquestionably required companions.

Cattleya remained seated, arms wrapped around her knees, her tone still drifting.

“Not interested.”

…That is not something a mature pirate admiral should say. You could have phrased it more tactfully. Madam Hermit, right now you sound like a willful young girl… Klein was stunned for a moment, almost suspecting he had misheard. This clashed somewhat with his mental image of Admiral of Stars.

Then, thinking of how Gehrman Sparrow also had a side willing to do dirty, tiring volunteer work without complaint, he quickly understood and made a guess:

In the dream, Cattleya, The Hermit, was not fully conscious. She could recognize that she was dreaming, but could not effectively control herself!

In other words, she would unconsciously reveal the emotions buried deep inside her and the parts of her personality that she normally suppressed.

No wonder she said she could never get close to that miraculous city across from them. She doesn’t possess the conscious desire to explore at all… Klein thought briefly and deliberately tested her.

“We might discover something here.”

“I’m not going.” Cattleya answered without hesitation, though she did not shake her head. “I want to wait here. Wait!”

As expected, she’s in a half-awake, half-dreaming state… Klein made his judgment from her reaction and tone.

He wasted no more time. Turning around, he leaped down from the boulder.

Pa!

Klein’s feet landed on the ground. Almost instinctively, he looked back.

Admiral of Stars Cattleya remained seated there, arms around her knees. There was no one else around her. The frozen dusk of the city opposite spilled onto her, pulling her shadow long across the ground, where it mingled with the shadows cast by the withered yellow tree.

The mountain wind blew softly. The dark shadows trembled. Cattleya did not move at all, stubbornly waiting for something.

This is the kind of situation where a Psychiatrist is needed to interpret dream emotions. It has nothing to do with revelations from divination… Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, then looked around for a direction to…