Who Stole The Empress

Chapter 114: Did it happen?

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[ ah hmm noah hmm]

[YesyesKera]

[Im wino. lar. .]

She heard very distant and unfamiliar voices.

It was a voice that flowed from beyond her distant memories that she had never thought of.

The voice, which struck and chilled her in some unknown way, sounded like it was singing or even whispering.

But the strange thing was that even though it was not a loud sound, it pierced her ears.

What the hell is this sound?

Roselyn managed to lift her sleepy eyelids, twitching her ears.

She thought she was hearing a foreign language she didnt know.

But no matter how much she heard, she had no idea what the language was.

It wasnt Tamons voice..

Roselyn woke up with sluggish, blinking eyes.

At that moment, a gentle, warm hand gently patted her head.

Roselyn looked up and saw someone stroking her head.

It was strange. There was definitely a shape, but the face looked like a whitish watercolor.

She panicked and opened her mouth and a voice that was not hers at all came out.

Nyaa. This was a definite animal cry. It was a very cute and charming sound of a baby animal.

Shh.

The she who had been patting Roselyns head raised a finger.

No, to be honest, Roselyn couldnt even tell if it was a she. She could see her, but she was scattered like a shimmer, and she had no idea what she looked like. 

Even the voice she heard was difficult to distinguish between male and female. But still, the master of the hand stroking her head seemed to be a she. 

Is it a dream?

When she thought to herself, she must be dreaming something strange, then the voice, which had sounded like a foreign language, began to sound more and more vivid.

 [Youre dancing to the max, but the damage level is much greater.]

 [Yes! If we leave it like this, I think the demons of Tumulus will try to eat that world!] 

[If you take your eyes off them for a moment, they make gaps all over the placeits so diligent.]

When Roselyn heard the similar voices clearly, each one of them had their own personality. The first voice was meek, while the next one seemed to be holding back its anger.

 The last voice was strangely full of water. It was too unfamiliar to be a dream.

Werent dreams originally based on something you knew or imagined?

While Roselyn was unsettled, she who had been stroking her head said in a gentle voice: 

[Its a natural result since theyre tearing up the barrier. But I think the bigger problem is that their interest in that world has disappeared.]

At a word from her or him, all the voices fell silent.

Then Roselyn caught sight of them.

There was no table, but seven chairs, each towering at a different height, and there they were.

In a way they were very far away, in a way they were very close, but they were glowing with their own colors, without their exact appearance appearing.

The being who had been stroking Roselyns head said to the multicolored lights,

[Please dont feel so uncomfortable. I invited you here to finish this matter.]

[ finish?]

[Tumulus dogs will eventually break the gap to feed on our remaining talented. If you leave power halfway there, something halfway there will interrupt you. Are you about letting go of that world?]

[ No. It means its time to make it an independent world.]

[Independence?]

[The seeds we sowed have finally sprouted. Its time to harvest them. Wouldnt it be better to leave it alone to create a world entirely on its own, rather than leave it as it is and let Tumulus dogs consume it?]

[Can you tell me exactly what kind of harvest this is? The child we had been watching began to collect the relics. What that child wants is to eliminate Hormus influence forever.]

The air buzzed quietly with her words.

The blue light that had been watching intently said.

[If we can use the device to make a direct appearance, then we can completely collect the talented weve spread. Yes. My child is there, I can collect it through him. If only you would give me the authority to do so.]

At her last words the light shapes sank quietly.

But after a moment, one of them jumped up.

[The conversation was over, wasnt it? I will give the ticket to you.]

The red light handed her something and disappeared from her seat.

The other lights then promptly made their decisions. All the they that left similar words disappeared.

Only the being that had been holding Roselyn, on the floor and ceiling unknown, remained.

With a soft hand, she patted Roselyns head lightly.

Its your turn now, child.

She said, not in their language, but in a language familiar to Roselyn.

If you live, your memories will grow again, and the things you love will grow each time.

Roselyn began to feel sleepy as she sang the words to her.

Its only when youve experienced great sorrow that the small and trivial things become important. Yes, you know it well enough

The voice that passed was very gentle and reminded Roselyn of her mother.

Her voice was very similar to her mothers voice when she was a little girl singing lullabies to her.

I like the story of you getting back up even after losing everything.

Ah..

Roselyn wanted to talk to her.

She wanted to ask if this was really a dream, who are you and why am I having this dream?

But she did not listen to Roselyns voice.

She just smiled quietly, as if she didnt need to hear it.

Whats important is that time passes.

The whispering voice became more and more distant.

Time is a force that gives sorrow and joy their fair share. What is more important than memories and remembrances is to accept them as your own and move forward.

Finally, Roselyns eyes flickered shut.

Go on, child. To your

When Roselyn opened her eyes at a slow speed, a certain moment the space changed.

What is this, another dream?

The blinding light and she disappeared, and Roselyn came to a familiar place.

When she was a child, she had caught a bad cold.

It was then that she saw her mother, who had nursed her through the night.

She could also see young Cain peeking into the room from behind the slightly opened door. Her mother whispered to her as she placed a cold towel on top of her forehead.

Its okay, Rosie. Youre strong. Im sure all the pain will pass.

Mother.

It was a word she had never called her. Her mother smiled affectionately and patted Roselyns forehead. 

It was almost impossible to distinguish the voice of she from that of mother. But the hand stroking her forehead was so nostalgic and gentle that Roselyn didnt want to let it go. As if to comfort Roselyns heart, a large hand stroked her cheek. 

Rosie, be brave and open your eyes you have something new and precious, dont you?

Roselyn reached out her hand, struggling. Then she hastily seized the hand that had been caressing her cheek. 

Fortunately, the warmth didnt disappear and stayed on her cheek. The gentle fingertips gently rubbed her cheek. 

At that moment, Roselyn opened her eyes. The entity of warmth faced her right in front of her. It had red eyes as beautiful as jewels.

 Tamon?

Youre awake.

For the first few seconds she was in a daze.

She felt like she was wandering around in a dream she didnt understand and then forcibly brought back to reality.

It wasnt just a feeling.

Are you okay? You didnt wake up.

Tamon, who had been staring at Roselyn, asked in a low voice.

Hearing his voice, a sense of reality flooded in.

It was a voice that clearly distinguished the boundary between dreams and reality.

Her hands trembled as she grasped for reality, and she couldnt help but squeeze Tamons hand with all the strength she could muster.

Im not going anywhere, so you dont have to grab it so tightly.

Tamon spoke slowly, as if teasing, and kissed her cheek.

The red eyes that loomed in front of her were full of affection.

The large hand caressing her cheek was the exact hand that had caressed her in her dream.

Rosie Didnt you find something new and precious?

The voice she had heard in her dream filled her mind again.

Her heart pounded as if she had been reborn.

Her neck, bandaged, was heavy with pain.

The unfamiliar and awkward emotions surged through her all at once, as if the dam had broken.

Asha.?

Roselyn pushed the handsome man away.

A new and important one.

As she looked at Tamons handsome face, she felt her face grow strangely redder and redder.

 Did it happen?

She tried to deny it so hard that it was ridiculous, an unfamiliar and gentle emotion flowing in like water.

Please..

Tell me anything.

Please leave me alone for a moment.

She could see Tamons panicked face. Roselyn sighed and pulled the covers over her. It was time to organize her mind.