"Naemma, how long has it been since you've seen the sun?"

Nefritta stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, her face reflected in the lead-colored glass. Outside the window, it was dark, and the rain was pounding on the glass, leaving a staggered trail of water.

The brown-skinned maid stepped forward silently and draped a cloak over her bare shoulders. "From the day the man came with clouds and rain."

"Casas's dream was disturbed by him, and the dreamer was crying for his existence, and this cry resounded in the sky." Before I knew it, the reflection of the lady on the glass began to flicker. Her graceful head split in the middle, hanging down the crow's long hair.

Then, like a torn paper doll, she began to split from her chest, smoothly splitting in half, revealing the hollow inner core within. A splendid wing stood up on the back, the thick blood vessels at the end were exposed, gently rhythmic, and the flickering beads between the feathers spread out dense nerve cords, weaving into a pair of huge wing outlines, connecting the heart of each flower.

Then her two skins, which were neither visceral nor fleshy, trembled open and curled backwards, like two strange butterfly wings, clinging to the splendid wings.

There was a slight thud at the tip of the wing, and the glittering flesh cracked a thin opening, revealing a strange light. A sweet voice came from within: "But he has given me breath, he has given me blood, he has given me my upcoming marriage." ”

The tiny sarcomas quivered with her voice, "What more could I ask for?" The young god, he didn't know what this ritual meant. In the moment of union, a soul's defense will be the weakest...... Well, well, those things about conspiracy don't need to be heard by too many ears. ”

The wings slowly bulged and swelled, as if they had been inflated from the inside into a cocoon. The lady's nervous giggles echoed through the room, creepy.

"You won't blame me, my dear, for hanging your appetite like this."

"You can do whatever you want." Naema lowered her head, as if she was accustomed to the eerie scene.

"Oops...... I'm so sorry, I can't control myself every time I get like this. Or is this what I am? Don't reveal your true nature, or someone will find out your weaknesses...... It is precisely when the Lord of Ravens knows the true face of all people that he has mastered his destiny. Well, maybe it's because he hides his face in a thousand faces? The cocoon quivered, bursting fluffy and colorful feathers.

"Forgive me for being stupid, Baroness, for not understanding the truth of your words." The maid lowered her head even deeper.

"It's boring, my dear, every time you talk about our master, you act like this. Everyone has a lord over them, at least ours is more generous, and if you are smart enough, you can share in the gifts. ”

Naema responded with silence.

Nefritta sighed, the cocoon shrinking as the two skins bulged back together. Soon, the lady stood up again, her eyes fluttering, and she glanced at the maid behind her with disgust, revealing a helpless expression.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about the master, let's talk about my little groom. He must be otherworldly, and even the Lord of Ravens has cast a warm eye on him. What do we want from our multi-purpose, all-knowing and all-powerful Demon Bird God? The lady stretched out her hand and gently played with the tiny flowers hanging from the glass, and her tone was filled with emotion: "So many dreams...... Each one was so small, each born from the insignificant minds of mortals, but they piled up the tower, and Casas itself. ”

She raised her eyes and looked at Naema from the reflection, "Naemma, how long have we been together?" ”

"I don't remember, Baroness." Naema said quietly.

"Don't remember?" Nefrita said nonchalantly, pinching the delicate calyx of a white flower, and with a slight force, the nail left a mark. Naemma's pupils constricted.

"It's Sophie's dream." She said slowly, "You say, at the end of the moment, will she realize that she is dreaming?" ”

"Fifteen...... Fifteen standard years and thirteen days in June. ”

"Casas has been dreaming for so long...... Nevrita lowered her eyelashes, "do you hate me?" ”

"It doesn't make sense, Baroness."

"Naema, when you're running away from one, you're telling the other person the answer."

"You don't need to think about mortal delusions, master."

Nefritta smiled, her fingertips straining slightly, and with an inaudible click, the flower fell into her palm, and in an instant withered and reduced to a little ash.

"You're always so sober." "But Sophie is going to sleep." Ah, the feeling of deciding the fate of others so simply is always addictive, and you should try it too, dear, you'll love it. ”

Behind her, Naema clenched her hands and let them go as if nothing had happened.

The Scarlet Baroness sighed. "Why hide it, Naema, I am the master of this dream, I can see everything. Besides, I won't punish you for that. ”

The black-haired, black-eyed woman opened her arms and faced the whole storm outside the window Casas, and made a gesture of hug. "Your hatred and fear are my food, the blood that runs in my veins, isn't it? If there are no slaves, how can there be masters? If there is no dead, how can there be an executioner? ”

"Your authority reigns supreme." The maid replied calmly.

Nevrita sighed again: "It's just a maggot in a husk." Beyond Casas, beyond the dream, I wasn't even a voice. Is this fair, Naema? Is my temperament different from that of the servants of the other Demon Bird Gods, is my desire not as strong as theirs, is my ingenuity not enough to make my master smile? She shook her head in exasperation, "If all this injustice is only because my authority is only in a dream, I will try." ”

She laughed infatuately and softly, her eyes looking into the distance. "My bridegroom will be divided and presented on that silver platter to his master, and his power will be devoured and digested by the Lord of the Most Holy and High Ravens. And as a reward for my hard work, I can also get a small bite of the hot essence, enough for me to have an immortal soul. ”

"Do you need me to serve you in a bath?" The maid bent down slightly and asked respectfully.

"Go ahead." Nefritta turned, her eyes still bright, her voice sweet, reveling in a dreamlike youth. "Let's go see how my wedding dress is cut."