"Herbert..."
Flora softly murmured, the image of that young boy appearing before her eyes.
The handso youth with white hair and gray eyes.
The Prison Warden who wielded the authority of the Disciplinary Hall.
The one who... made her a promise, her "master".
Flora and Herbert shared a very unique relationship.
In addition to the Prison Warden and heretical prisoner dynamic, they also had a master-servant relationship in na.
Master and servant.
Flora had to regard him as her master, follow his arrangents, and serve him respectfully.
In the future, Herbert was to grant her the promised redemption—eternal peace, a complete escape from chaotic corruption.
But she didn't actually have much faith in her master's abilities.
Herbert had never truly shown the capacity to fulfill the promise; those promises seed more like exaggerated claims to win her trust.
Yet Flora found it odd that she chose to believe in such words.
For so reason, she held an inexplicable confidence in that boy.
Could it be that he would not deceive ?
Could it be that he could truly fulfill his promises?
No, it's not entirely baseless.
Part of the reason was the look in Herbert's eyes when he gazed at her.
Absent was the greed or desire enchanted by her allure, nor was there the anger and disgust of a Holy Professional.
Upon their first eting, his beautiful eyes held only a faint amazent and appreciation.
Other than that, there was only serenity in those clear eyes.
Herbert never saw her as a bizarre being that would captivate his mind, nor did he see her as an aberrant impurity to be eliminated.
Simply put, she was just a woman he had just t.
In a sense, this was a disdain for Flora's allure, a silent provocation.
Yet Flora was not the least bit dissatisfied; she felt a bit delighted in her heart.
She finally t soone like this—a man who could completely disregard her beguiling allure and treat her with normalcy.
Flora had once told Lilith that she firmly believed such a person existed in the world, but she had never encountered one.
Centuries passed, and just when Flora was beginning to doubt herself, she finally t such a presence.
How could Flora's attitude toward Herbert not differ for such a special existence?
"..."
Flora was also acutely aware at this mont that she had suddenly thought of Herbert, not because of the first impression he left her.
But because during their subsequent interactions, he left an even deeper impression on her.
A noble youth full of wit and humor.
A Paladin who grew stronger each ti they t again.
A master who beca increasingly charming to her.
The succubus, usually adept at beguiling others, was mysteriously becoming enthralled by others.
"..."
Flora remained silent for a long ti, asking in her heart, not knowing to whom: "Will you... also appear in my nightmares?"
She knew she had once again succumbed to suppressed instincts, plunged into endless chaos.
Flora understood this more than anyone.
The conversation with Lilith earlier was a distant mory, and more so a nightmare lived in person.
She once more relived all the feelings of parting with Lilith.
This place was the nightmare that trapped her.
The Enchanting Demon is a demon wandering in dreams, a master at manipulating others' dreamscapes.
The dreamscape was their domain for hiding; no one could easily grasp them in the world of dreams.
But in this world, there is an unexpected truth—the Enchanting Demon cannot change their own dreams.
The Enchanting Demons can act recklessly in others' dreams, but they can't interfere with their own dreamscapes at all.
The healer cannot heal oneself; it's hard to save oneself while saving others.
The Enchanting Demons have a resistance to nightmares and rarely fall into them.
However, once they start dreaming, they beco more fragile than ordinary people, completely imrsed in the dreamscape, unable to recover themselves until they wake.
Just like the previous dreamscape, Flora had been through it innurable tis but still couldn't wake up, constantly lost in past mories.
No, it wasn't entirely mories, this ti the dreamscape had added so changes.
Though Flora in the past believed she would encounter such a person, she wasn't nearly as steadfast as she appeared in the dreamscape.
Future experiences influenced past mories, creating a new twisted dreamscape.
"Why do I think of him? Did he make such a deep impression on ?"
Flora remained silent, sensing that this nightmare might be different from all her past experiences.
A thousand tis more dangerous than before!
There is indeed a possibility of becoming completely lost in the chaotic nightmare.
"Will I sink deeper?"
"Or will I... awaken?"
Pondering, Flora felt sleepiness surge through her heart, her consciousness gradually fading.
She sank into an even deeper dreamscape.
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It's not easy for a Demon to leave the Abyss and enter the Mortal Realm.
Demons are closely watched by the True God Church as dangerous entities and won't easily be allowed to descend to the human world.
In any nation, the charge of "summoning demons" is a grave sin of blasphemy, which would send one to the religious tribunal to be burned at the stake.
After bidding farewell to Lilith, Flora went through imnse hardships and finally broke free and embarked on the path to the Mortal Realm.
She had been pursued by demons and targeted by angels patrolling the edges of the Abyss, several tis falling into dire straits.
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