Chapter Twenty-Five: The Blue Dream

"Ever since I was in Ed Nihua, I've had a vague feeling, Leah, are you a little lacking in self-consciousness as a girl?"

That night, when Leah was heard talking about the rally and Sajf, Isabella asked with a "what should I say about you?" expression.

"Ahh......h

Leah let out a weak moan in the face of this sharp question.

"Carlisle, when you were in Ed Nihua, you never refused every time Vorif invited you out. ”

"Cause...... Because they're friends...... And it's just hanging out......"

"I said that! Boys and girls hang out alone, and it's called dating in this world! Have you ever seen Amy's face when you say yes to Vorleaf?"

"Ahh......h

Little Lori shrunk her neck weakly. The princess is right, no matter how much she imitates a girl's behavior, no matter how much she pretends to be cute and cute, Leah, who crossed from the earth, is always a little less natural, and belongs to the consciousness of girls.

Even when Ed Nihua was in the same place, in addition to the natural aristocratic pride aura, in fact, Leah is a Lori who is easy to get along with and become friends. It's not just for women, it's the memories and character of the earth that make it the same for boys.

If it weren't for the fact that the armor called the Great Noble was too hard, perhaps many teenagers who had thoughts about a certain Lori in Ed Nihua would have been surprised to find that it was not difficult for Yolia to go out and play.

"Hey...... Never mind. In a word. Let's go to the rally or something, I do want to buy something. ”

Isabella sighed speechlessly at her friend's unconsciousness.

"But then again. Leah. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't you really think about it. Saif a date invitation? I think you didn't seem to have much interest in Carlisle. And what about Saf? Compared to Carlyle's feminine appearance, Saif is obviously much more masculine, right?"

"Absolutely, yes, no. ”

The princess's mention is actually very normal, according to the theory of the right person, except for Carlisle, there are really very few men worthy of Leah. However, Saif happened to be among them, and Khairivanye was designated by Hanufain himself. It's not hereditary, so even if Saif is Sharuzod's son, there's nothing wrong with joining Leah's family.

But even so. Leah refuses quickly, decisively, and firmly.

"Hey, hey, Saif can't do it either? So...... Tell me quickly. What kind of boy can touch the heart of our little Leah?"

Turn over. Isabella threw the little Lori onto the soft bed and asked face to face.

"Actually......"

Little Lori hesitated for a while, and finally, she held Isabella's hands with both hands and put them on her soft chest, blushing with a moist look and said, "Isabella...... It's you who I like. ”

"Leah......

Faced with Little Lori's confession, Isabella was stunned for a moment. And then......

"Yes, yes, I love you too. My dear little Leah. But you're going to get married someday, aren't you?"

She took little Lori into her arms and said.

"Ahh......h

So, as if giving up, Leah groaned weakly, and then buried her little head in the princess's breast, and did not move.

Night......

Fluttering, shaking, shaking, little Lori seemed to be lying on the soft clouds, swaying gently. It's like being immersed in the deep sea, slowly, slowly, sinking downward.

Eventually, the girl opened her eyes and was greeted by a blue world.

"...... here?"

Standing up, she was barefoot, wearing only thin pajamas, looking around in confusion.

It's a courtyard, a huge courtyard. Far as the eye can see, surrounded by rusty black iron fences, huge azure squares of bricks laid on the ground, complete, towering, sloping, incomplete white jade stone pillars forming endless corridors that connect with infinite corridors, fountains that defy the rules of gravity, azure grass, azure flowers.

The ruin-like ruins of the broken tiles are carved with Gothic patterns and shades of blue, and this qiē makes up the whole world, like Atlantis immersed in a sea of blue, mysterious and silent.

In this long and deep world, she would roam the blue garden, run through the endless corridors, and make a grimace in front of the broken mirror, only to find that it was another dimension.

[Ah, this is the world of space elements.] 】

Suddenly, the girl thought. Like Alice in Wonderland, she played to her heart's content, even forgetting the passage of time.

However, time did not seem to be willing to be forgotten, and suddenly, an ancient bell sounded in the distance, one after the other, slow but continuous.

Following the footsteps of the bell, the girl began to run faster, the blue world began to change, and in the floor of the courtyard, huge gears appeared, which were not blue space elements, but more metallic, brass like machinery.

The gears are large and small, some run alone, and some are nested together, influencing each other, but they are full of rhythmic rotation. The closer you get to the bell, the more gears and machinery take over the original scenery.

Gradually, the ethereal courtyard was replaced by an old mechanical style, and it was here, in the center of this mechanical group, that the girl saw, the most beautiful scenery - the space storm.

It was a torrent falling from the sky, like a tornado, and like an infinite blue star spinning and playing, beautiful, magnificent, exciting, but so mysterious.

However, this beautiful sight contained a terrifying power that even the dragon would tremble for, and the turbulent torrent was silent and swirling with absolute power.

The girl had no doubt that if she got any closer, she would be turned into powder.

However, she was seduced by the sound of the bell in the torrent, and in the eye of the storm, there seemed to be something left, and she could faintly see a shadow towering into the sky.

[Stop.] 】

She meditated in her mind.

Stop. 】

However, the little feet that were holding on to him seemed to have lost control, silently moving forward.

[Don't move forward!]

The storm is just around the corner.

[Woo......]

The girl closed her eyes and waited for the impending ruin.

"Dissipate!"

However, a voice came. It was a language that I didn't know, no, it wasn't so much a language, but it was a sound that had been born in the primeval times when the concept of language didn't even exist, absolutely sacred, as beautiful as poetry.

That's -- your own voice.

So, as if succumbing to this absolute command, the storm gradually began to dissipate.

In the very center, a black shadow gradually revealed its true appearance.

The gray-black stone bricks were covered with moss, the brass wheels were covered with rust, and the ancient building stretched infinitely, reaching to the sky, and there was this huge dial, on which the numbers one to twelve were written in words that the girl had not learned, but which were understandable, and absolutely matched with the mysterious voice that had preceded them.

There is no doubt that this is a clock tower, and even the second hand moves a square and shakes off countless fragments. The scenery reveals mystery and solemnity.

The girl slowly walked up the old steps, and stood still in front of the gate directly in front of her, and stretched out her hand.

"Open!"

I have never heard or learned a language that I have never heard, but I can clearly understand its meaning.

It was echoed by a heavy sound, the sound of the gate slowly parting to the sides. Then, she saw what was inside the gate.

There is a promenade.

The vaulted ceiling, marble floors, and the left and right sides are covered with floor-to-ceiling pendulum clocks made of brass that look very old.

If you look at the front and back, there is the same interval between each clock on one side wall, and if you look at the left and right, each clock on both sides of the wall is the same symmetry.

Not only that, but these pendulum clocks are exactly the same from the time of the hands to the amplitude of the pendulum.

To put it simply, it is a long corridor decorated with countless pendulum clocks, which are completely symmetrical on the left and right, both moving and static. (To be continued......)

ps: It's been a bit of a card lately, and the university holidays abroad are early, and they will end before Christmas, and there is less than a month before the end of the term, so the update speed or something...... Ask for forgiveness (cover your face...... If you don't fail in your studies, you can have a full winter vacation that you can use to renew~~~