The smoke that obscured her vision cleared, and she felt the scorching air scorch her face, the red flame coat of arms twisting and turning into charred hollows in the flames, and countless people wailed in despair.

The chapel was half collapsed, and a creature with an indistinct figure lay on it, staring down indifferently at the blood flowing from the ground.

…… Loria woke up in shock, lying on the table, she knew that her forehead must have been crushed red again, stretching her arm that was crushed by the sore head, the difference between dream and reality was clear, the fire did not burn into this small reading room, and the flammable materials displayed on the shelves remained quietly in place.

The nightmares that came and went made her nervous, and she didn't know why she was haunted by nightmares, maybe the nightmares didn't get any more, but she could recall many dreams more and more clearly, whether they were boring, stupid, pleasant, or terrible.

Everyone has nightmares, it's nothing scary, it's scary that dreams come true...... Sometimes you may feel that what happened in reality happened in a dream as well, but it is probably an illusion or coincidence.

Loria knew that something was wrong, and gradually, she had come to terms with a certain reality...... Her dreams seemed to lead to some kind of mystical power, and in the ancient tribal society, those who held this power were called 'prophets'.

She had been back to the convent for many days, and had slept in her room except for the occasional visit to acquaintances, and Anne had driven her out of her strange eyes and exhausting dreams that had drifted between her and Alice, and she had hoped that wandering around would make her easier, but she seemed suspicious to all who knew her.

Returning from that era of fighting demons, she always felt a dagger stabbing at her behind her.

She began to be uncomfortable with the quiet life she was living now, and she was tired by the wonderful experiences and powers she had to disguise herself in front of everyone but Alice.

So she hid in the library, hoping that the knowledge on display would help her, a remedy for anxiety, a joke to make her forget her troubles for a while...... Or a book that would find out what really happened to her.

Loria was soon disappointed, as most of the books here were only about the study of magic, and the few that remained were only about geography, history, and warfare.

Regardless of whether the occasional foresight dream is good or bad for her, she believes that she has such power. She couldn't ignore every dream...... Just yesterday, she dreamed that she was eaten by a giant apple.

Do you sleep well in spring and summer? Or are the two pillows too high?

She began to wish that this strange and uncontrolled power was far away from her, and anyway, the so-called prophetic dream never saw the number of dice or the cards hidden in her sleeve.

Flipping through an ordinary history book, the words on the old paper were squeezing through her head in a chaotic manner.

'Similar to the social structure of the orcs. In the era of the Alahi tribe, the age of the Arathi tribe, which was more ignorant and barbaric of mankind, the power of the tribal chiefs was suppressed, and the whole tribe had to be restrained by trembling under the prophecy of the so-called 'prophets', and people were to live their lives under the instructions of the prophets, whether hunting or marriage. ’

See the key words. Loria slowed down her browsing and looked at it seriously.

'A visionary prophet will incorporate his insights into the results of divination, and they will be adept at finding the future direction from what has already happened, and guiding their tribe to strength...... I think that these people have never had the ability to predict, and most of them only use people's fears to satisfy their selfish desires, and that humans in the tribal period have always struggled on the verge of barbarism, and it is difficult to move forward towards civilization...... Until in some powerful tribe, intermarriage, the power of the tribal chief and the prophet became one, and soon after. The Arathi Empire was born. ’

'People gradually became aware of only the emperor and not the prophet...... By the time the royal family in charge of the sacrifice was exiled, not a single person stood up against it. ’

This is still a history book, focusing on analyzing the differences in the social structure of orcs and humans, trying to find an improvement strategy to defeat the orcs from the differences, Loria can no longer find the words she was looking for, and pushes the book aside in disappointment.

Broken and obscure histories did not help to solve her troubles, and at last she left the reading room and went to Kana, hoping to find some calming potion from her.

On the road. She saw Alice chatting with the dark-haired man that Aaron had brought back, which was a rare occurrence.

She remembered what Alice had muttered—that the man named Nafa had a familiar smell in him.

Speaking of Arun, she hadn't seen him once since she came back.

……

One night, Aaron finds Loria's residence. He knocked on the door, only to see the little girl in the living room, the silver-haired one glaring at him as fiercely as ever, and the blonde one who called out the sleepy-eyed Loria and then disappeared...... The beige-haired one seemed to be afraid of him and hid in the shadows, and an oversized white fox looked at him thoughtfully.

"I have something very important to talk to you about. ”

Aaron looked at his sister with a confused look on her face and her red eyes. Dismissed any intention of calling her out.

Despite her reluctance, Alice dragged the big fox into the room, and of course, did not forget to give Aaron a vicious look as she left.

"Tell me, what's the matter. ”

Loria seemed to be sober a little, trying to fight the effects of the tranquilizer Kana had given her.

"I'm ......" Aaron stopped talking, he looked around to make sure that there was no one nearby, walked into the living room shared by Loria and her friends, locked the door carefully, was silent for a long time, and then lowered his voice: "You are in danger now." ”

"Oh. ”

Loria didn't even ask what the danger meant, she didn't think there was anything in the monastery that threatened her current self.

"You don't understand...... I have a duty to protect you...... Get out of here and go anywhere. ”

Aaron said anxiously, his voice involuntarily amplified, but in exchange for his sister's frowning brow.

Unfortunately, he is not a good lobbyist, and his sister is not a character to be manipulated by others.

"What the hell is going on?"

Loria asked angrily, no one can stand a person who wakes you up in the middle of the night and doesn't get down to business, even if he is one of your few blood relatives, and the vagueness will either make you feel uneasy or only make you impatient.

“……”

Faced with Loria's question, Aaron fell into a long silence, and after a long time, he turned and opened the door, "Stay here, don't go out!"

Absolutely not. (To be continued.) )