The sweet dream ended. Palr grabbed Hart’s feet and dragged him along laboriously. Palr felt like a psychopathic killer figuring out how to handle the victim’s body, but also like a cleaner, using Hart to scrub the floor.
Dragging Hart out of the grand library and through the corridor to the outside of the train station, the cool sea breeze on Palr’s face slightly revived his spirit.
After Bologue warned him, Palr belatedly realized the eeriness of this place. It made him feel incredibly comfortable, followed by an irresistible drowsiness. If Bologue hadn’t awakened him, he might have truly succumbed to such a dreamscape, never wanting to wake.
Palr murmured to himself, "Never wanting to wake..."
Recalling everything in the dream, Palr felt a chill of fear, because at one mont, he actually thought that never waking up might not be a bad thing, since what existed in the dream was precisely what he desired.
Maybe others were having the sa dream as him—a false, yet beautiful dreamscape. Palr thought few would refuse it all.
"So heavy."
Palr piled Hart under a column, unsure if Hart was having a nightmare or simply enjoying a fleeting sweet dream. Not understanding, Palr left Hart behind and imdiately turned back to help Bologue bring the others out.
Upon re-entering the corridor, Bologue was there, carrying Canary over one shoulder and cradling Aimou in the other arm. Seeing Palr, he set the two down, signaling for Palr to take over and bring them out.
Once inside the building, one’s mind would be continuously affected, waves of drowsiness washing over the nerves. Bologue believed he could endure longer than Palr and decided to be the one to bring out the remaining two.
But as Bologue stepped into the grand library again, a staggering figure had already stood up at so unknown ti. He moved wearily, with a sleeping girl tucked under his arm.
Bologue doubted his eyes, "Ewen?"
"Looks like you woke up first."
Ewen nodded at Bologue, looking a bit rough, as if he had experienced a nightmare, his whites filled with blood, his spirit weary.
Bologue began to explain, "This place..."
"I know," Ewen waved, motioning for Bologue to co and support him, "There’s sothing wrong here; others almost fell into the dream too, right?"
Bologue propped up Ewen’s shoulder. Ewen was sowhat weak, but with Bologue’s help, his pace quickened, as if fleeing, leaving the familiar grand library.
"Yes, the others haven’t woken up yet... I didn’t expect you to wake on your own."
Glancing at Ewen from the corner of his eye, Bologue was infinitely curious about him. To awaken Palr, Bologue had even resorted to violent ans.
"How did you manage it?"
"Realized it was a dream, and then told myself to wake up."
Ewen said, then began coughing violently, before smiling and replying, "Don’t worry, false things can’t fool ."
Bologue was stunned for a second, then sighed, "You really are stubborn."
"Can’t change my nature, I guess."
Ewen said this and asked, "Bologue, are you a stubborn person?"
"It depends on what I’m being stubborn about," Bologue replied as they walked out of the library, "I usually don’t bother with trivial matters."
Ewen replied, "That’s not bad. In my brief life, I’ve gradually co to realize one thing."
After breaking through so boundary with Ewen, Bologue found Ewen surprisingly talkative, like soone living on a deserted island for years, eting another person for the first ti, endlessly talking about trivial matters.
Bologue didn’t particularly dislike it; on the contrary, he found chatting with Ewen to be a pleasant experience, though the environnt wasn’t quite right for it.
Just as Bologue was about to ask Ewen what he really wanted to say, a familiar voice suddenly sounded beside them. Instinctively, Bologue drew his Short Knife, guarding himself with caution.
"Are you all ready to leave?"
The waiter appeared ghostlike at the porch, as if blocking their path. With an enchanting smile that would beguile most people, he seed treacherously sinister to them.
"I thought the comfortable environnt here could keep you longer."
The waiter circled them, examining the two, "Are you sure you want to leave?"
Bologue remained silent, not wanting to engage too much with the waiter, understanding that the more he did, the more delight it brought to the other. If he showed no reaction, the other might lose interest.
Ewen understood Bologue’s intention and stepped with him toward the porch. The waiter didn’t stop them, just watched their backs with a smiling gaze.
As Bologue and Ewen stepped out of the porch together, they both heard a clear cracking sound, like glass filled with fissures. As they fully exited, the cracking sounds intensified, the glass crumbled into sharp snowflakes.
The damp sea breeze brushed against Bologue’s face, as if accompanied by those sharp snowflakes, cutting through his skin, yet leaving no pain, only a faint ache lingering.
Bologue glanced back. The open door had long been shut. As they left the comfort zone, there was no going back, and the frozen ga ti began to flow again.
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