Chapter 118
Becoming The Villain’s Family
Vincent blinked with a blank face.
âWhy did you say that now⦠of course. You didnât have the time to tell meâ¦â
And he muttered with a grouchy face while plucking the grass on the ground for no reason.
âI thought the world was falling apart because my expectations were wrong.â
ââ¦to that extent?â
âOf course. What I expected has never gone wrong!â
Torn grass piled up next to Vincent.
It was unfair that he had a hard time alone, but he couldnât argue with Aria, so he felt like he was raging for nothing.
Aria stared at Vincent, who was hooked on some strangeness, and stroked his head.
âYour prediction is correct. Totally correct.â
âWell, I thought so. I canât be wrong!â
Yes, yes. For some reason, he seems to be getting more and more foolish.
Aria comforts Vincent, who reacts just as expected, and says.
âActually, it was a little difficult to control my emotions. It was such a sad dream that I cried the whole time I slept.â
Aria knew when she woke up, seeing the tears running down the corners of her eyes.
She knew she was still crying. And she realized.
Just as she got the sheet music for âSong of Dawnâ through her dreams, she also got the clue about Atlantis through her dreams after singing the song.
âThen why Sister-in-law passed out for three daysâ¦â
Vincent said as if he had just realized it. Aria nodded her head.
âYes, I think because I was dreaming.â
The dream seemed to be made to be dreamable when she sings the Song of Dawn. Just as she saw Atlantis buried in the sea when she slept with the conch pearl in her arms.
âAh, so thatâs why Sister-in-lawâs doctor has made a diagnosis that there is nothing wrong with your body.â
Rightâ¦â¦
She was sorry that she made that person getting suspected as a quack for nothing. Aria decided inside her heart that she had to raise Cuirreâs salary through the butler.
âSo, what did you dream about?â
Vincent lifted up his half-drifting glasses with his blue eyes glimmering. He looked like a scholar and took a listening posture.
âThatâ¦â¦.â
Aria began to tell the story of her dream as she traced her memory.
Aria!
Aria turned her head at the sound calling her.
â⦠Lloyd?â
It must have been his voice. But at the end of her gaze, there was only a vast meadow spread out.
âIs it a hallucination?â
Aria smelled the salty sea brought by the wind and turned her head. The sound of waves was heard from far away.
âIsland on the sea.â
It was too wide to be called an island, and by some standards, even it could be enough to be called a single continent.
Aria thought as she was wandering around an unfamiliar island.
âAs expected, it was a dream.â
The reason she was convinced it was a dream was the same as when she discovered Atlantis under the sea through the conch pearl.
Because she had never seen a scene like this before.
âWow, a waterfall!â
If not, how could she describe the water that was pouring down from wherever the eye could see it.
That description was just right. It was so infinitely huge that a cloud bridge bloomed and a rainbow appeared.
âA jungle!â
The densely grown trees are so high that they almost reach the sky. No matter where she put her eyes, everything is green. It was the nature that Aria wanted to see so much.
Living, breathing nature.
Even though she was dreaming.
âIs this Atlantis?â
Aria wondered.
It was not developed at all, and nature was preserved raw. Of course, itâs a wonderfully beautiful sight, butâ¦â¦.
âObviously, when I saw Atlantis submerged under water in my last dream, it felt much more civilized than this.â
The place she saw at the time. It was like a planned city. Buildings were regularly surrounded by the Lordâs castle. She was a little surprised because it seemed to be bigger than the capital of the empire.
Of course, it sank, so all that was left was the frames.
Aria thought so, and she continued her steps. As she did so, she arrived in a village where people live.
âWell, did I win?â
Children sitting together were playing, drawing a line on the ground and throwing ores on it.
At first glance, the ore looked like a shimmering piece of glass. It didnât take long for her to realize that it was a rough diamond.
âChildren, go and bring the guest. The welcome feast is about to begin.â
âYes!â
The children were excited by the word âfeastâ and threw away the ores with a smile.
âIâm going first!â
âNo, Iâll go first!â
âHaha! Run while you can, you idiots! The chocolate is mine!â
The children passed each other and passed by Aria. No, they just passed through.
âIt looks like Iâm invisible.â
If so, was this also an illusion? Or did it actually happen in the past?
She looked in the direction the children had run and moved her steps.
âGuest! Guest!â
The children ran up and down and threw themself into the arms of a man.
âOh dear.â
The man, who almost fell because his body was out of balance, looked back at the children.
He was a man with a kind and innocent impression.
âDidnât I tell you to call me Cavendish?â
âI donât know, the name is too difficult!â
âItâs a surname, not a first name. My name is Raymond.â
âThen why do you have two names?â
âNot two, but a first name and a last name⦠No, thatâs fine. Yes, whatâs the matter.â
He grinned uncontrollably, pulled out four individually wrapped chocolates from his arms and gave them to the children.
âRaymond Cavendish?â
Aria tilted her head to see the man stroking a childâs head with a good-natured smile. He must have been a nobleman, but it was a surname she had never heard of.
âActually, it must be the surname of a noble that existed at least 1500 years ago.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
In particular, it was called a period of turbulence. It must have been quite difficult to survive that period and maintain the family for over a thousand years.
âSeeing that he was a guest, he must be an outsider from outside the islandâ¦â¦.â
Outsider.
Aria frowned.
Because she already knew the end of Atlantis, she had only ominous thoughts.
âGuests, itâs the welcome feast. Come quickly!â
âFeast?â
âYes, come and dance, sing and play.â
The children took Raymondâs hand and led him after opening the chocolate and putting it in their mouth.
Suddenly, the sky became dark and countless stars became clear as if they were pouring down.
The bonfire burned. Some grilled food and some listened to unfamiliar instruments. Some bounced the string and hit the drum.
The islanders, dressed in pure white cloth, held each otherâs hands and circled the campfire.
âSing a Song of Peace at the feast.â
âA song of peace?â
âYes. On the holy waters that flow peacefullyâ¦â
A child started singing.
Then the other people who were there naturally followed along.
âFollow the gleaming waves.â
âWhere spring sleeps and birds sing. May God bless you here.â
âLetâs go together, together.â
Aria felt a puzzlement as she watched the spectacle.
Since Atlantis was the sirenâs hometown, she wondered if they would sing the sirenâs song as well.
âOf course, the Song of Peace is a sirenâs song as she knows of.â
However, this wasnât a siren song. So it meant that they didnât sing it with their powers. It was just a very well sung choir.
As proof of that, Raymond, who was listening to the song, showed no reaction.
âItâs beautiful. Itâs like I am in an elf village.â
Instead, he mumbled to himself.
âThe land blessed by the gods. When I wondered what that meant⦠itâs not a blessing, itâs full of love.â
This was Godâs love. And he lowered his voice even more, and whispered in admiration.
âI can see why he wants to have it at all costs.â
Then, a woman sang and danced to the music and smiled at Raymond. She took the corolla from her own head and put it on his head. Raymond mumbled as he watched her dance again, mingled among the crowd.
âNo⦠itâs like a siren.â
He said it was like a siren. Itâs as if he was defining it for the first time now.
The flames of the bonfire reflected on Raymondâs eyes, which had been darkened by the darkness, and shone eerily.
âHuh? Siren? What is that?â
The child licked the grilled skewers and mumbled.
Raymond squatted down at the childâs eye level and whispered in his ear.
âDid you know? There are more delicious things in the world than chocolate.â
âHuh, really?â
âThere is such a thing as a cake. It is a soft castella with white whipped cream.â
âWhat is whipped cream?â
âThe moment it touches your tongue, the sweetness spreads throughout your body and melts away.â
âWooooowâ¦â
The child admired, wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.
âI want to eat too!â
âIsnât that right? I want to bring a bunch of friends and introduce them to the islanders. To do that, I need the permission of the Lord and the adults.â
âAdults like guests, too. They even hold feasts for them.â
It was like family when everyone laughed and talked and shared food together. The boy smiled brightly as he said that.
Raymond smiled after the boy and stroked his hair.
âI hope the Lord will open his heart soon.â
âAh, my father doesnât seem to like guests very much.â
The child spoke very candidly, like a child of that age. Raymond laughed at that remark.
âI canât help it. If I donât get permission, the prince can just remember me the day you will rule this island.â
âHnnhh, I want to eat right nowâ¦â
The child was a good talker, but he was a child who was unlike a five years old. Hearing this, Raymond paused, pretending to think for a moment, then rubbed his chin.
âHmm, if you tell me the story, I think you might be able to eat the cake without the Lordâs permission.â
âWhat? Really?â
What are you talking about?
The child asked, with his eyes twinkled.
âA myth or legend passed down from generation to generation on the island. Or maybe itâs a secret that only the Prince, the son of the Lord, knowsâ¦â¦.â
Raymond closed his eyes and whispered to the child secretly to the child with an innocent smile.