Unable to see the sick Prince Tsubasa, Wakazao's heart was uneasy, and the rare worries and suspicions of this happy girl were accompanied by the continuous spring rain, and in this long lonely night, it was entangled in her ears, making it difficult for her to toss and turn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Oh~" Ishka, who was accompanying her, was very worried, but as an elf, she couldn't do anything, so she had to lean her smooth slender body into Wakazao's arms and hissed gently.

"Are you comforting me, Ishka?" Wakazao stroked Eska's head and smiled faintly tiredly, "Really, what am I worried about?" The teachers all said they were coming to help, but I was still haunted by my own imagination and worried about what I hadn't discovered...... People always change, even youkai! Of course, I'm human now, so I've probably changed too, don't you say, Ishka? ”

"Oh~"

"Ah, it's a pity, I can't understand what you're saying, but I seem to be able to understand it again...... Hawkers, I'm messed up by my own words, haha, Ishka, you're probably confused too! So...... Let's sleep! Sleep and good night! ”

……

In the dense forest, the eerie wind hung all the time, Wakazao tightened her thin pajamas, the cold wind seemed to be able to penetrate the bones, blow through the wide slits of the pajamas, and in an instant blew through her whole body, making her shiver.

But in this strange but familiar forest, she couldn't control her steps.

Sometimes the soft dirt beneath her feet, sometimes the rotting leaves, and finally, her feet stepped on the cherry blossoms that lay on the ground.

She didn't have the pink of cherry blossoms in her eyes, and she couldn't smell the faint fragrance on the tip of her nose, but she clearly knew that she had stepped on cherry blossoms.

So, she stopped, on the edge of this cherry blossom forest.

The scenery in front of me is hazy, and the cherry blossoms are fluttering and falling in the air, but for some reason they are wearing black veils, and the top and bottom seem to coincide, and my own feelings have become extremely chaotic.

There seems to be nothing to confirm, nothing to rely on.

The ground was no longer solid, the cold wind was biting, and she felt that she should keep going, but stopped uncontrollably.

The body seems to be imprisoned by this world, and loneliness and fear grow wildly in Wakazao's heart, just like a summer bloom.

Uneasy, uneasy! It's obviously a favorite cherry blossom, and it's a familiar cherry blossom forest, but there's still no reason for unease.

Maybe it was too quiet all around, she thought to herself, but she put the thought behind her for a moment.

Only the black cherry blossoms that kept falling in front of her eyes made everything - except her eyes - die like a deep sleep.

Like a stone falling into a lake, the picture is even more blurry, but it changes in the trance-like darkness.

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of her, and the image of that person was constantly clearing-it was her lover, Prince Wing.

There was a gentle smile on his face, what a familiar and kind expression that made the lost Wakazao find her support again, so she ran and rushed into his arms.

It didn't feel like a hug, but she was indeed in his arms, and they stood in the cherry blossom forest where they first met, hugging each other tightly.

"I'm a little scared." Wakazao spoke.

"Are you scared too, Tamamo-mae?" In front of her eyes was his open and closed mouth, his words silent but clearly audible, "What are you afraid of?" Is it because it's just the two of us? Or is it because it's too dark in the woods? Or...... Are you afraid of me? ”

"No...... How could I be afraid of you? ”

"You're scared of me! If you're afraid of me, kill me! Aim the knife in your hand at my chest......"

"Knives?" Wakazao asked curiously, only to find that he had an extra knife in his hand.

The cold leather felt abruptly, but Wakazao didn't find it strange, the heavy weight was indeed the feeling of a knife.

"That's right!" Tsubasa still had that gentle, somewhat over-the-top smile on his face.

But how can Wakazao get his hands on it? For the person she loved so much, how could she use such a sharp blade to penetrate his chest?

So she was silent, looking at him, her heart suddenly mixed up, although he had that very familiar smile, but it didn't seem to be him.

The smile and silence remained for a long time,

For a long time, she had a bad premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, without making Wakazao wait too long, Tsubasa's gentle smile suddenly collapsed, turning into a hideous expression like a rag, which was an extremely distorted expression.

Then, before Wakazao could react, Tsubasa put his hands on Wakazao's slender neck, his mouth like a wolf, open to the extent that humans couldn't do it, but his silent words were as clear as ever, but they seemed extremely crazy.

"Since you don't want to kill me, let me kill you! My tamamo front yo !! ”

It was as if the tremendous force had never existed, only a heavier and heavier suffocating sensation constantly pounding Wakamo's brain.

"Let me tell you the truth, let me tell you! From the first time I saw you, I hated you very much, yes, I hated you, I wanted to kill you immediately, only your blood can stop my jealousy, stop my hatred, now, please die! ”

The cold words were like a sharp blade cutting Wakamo's heart.

She screamed and struggled powerlessly in her heart, but could not do anything about it.

Tsubasa began to speak again, his chaotic words that didn't make sense, just kept grieving and paining her.

"Speaking of love, my tamamo maeyo! What do you think love is, love is nothing but a dream, a drama that I performed to make you miserable, moved? Sad? Is it pleasant? ”

The choked throat let out a shattering wail, and the brain was dizzy as if it were filled with mercury.

In the midst of such swelling pains, Wakaza fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.

It was the darkness before the nightmare woke up.

It's as short as a moment, but the afterglow of sadness is extraordinarily long.

……

Wakaza, who sat up, looked out the window, and the morning was dark and dim, and the light was not very bright in the faint mist, giving the plants and trees a fresh smell.

The rain had long since stopped, and only the breeze blew slowly, brushing Wakaza's hair and her sweat-soaked clothes, making her feel cold. Although she looked at the scenery in the early morning, her mind still echoed with the contradictory dream just now, obviously, she couldn't let go, of course, no one who had such a nightmare could not be relaxed immediately.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream...... muttered, Wakazao was strong enough to leave everything behind, she and his life still had to go on, and his love with her would not be shattered by a nightmare.

If love is nothing but an illusion, it is also an eternal dream.

(This is a foreshadowing, well, and, thanks to Sonia for the tip!) The next chapter will be updated the day after tomorrow. ）