Chapter 1079: Sister Velez
Over the years, she has always dreamed of that strange dream, a dream that she should not have remembered.
At first she was very troubled by it, but a few years later she realized-
It was not a dream at all, but something that had happened deep in her consciousness.
Adrienne Velez clearly remembers how, as a child, she would echo through the corridors of the manor for hours on end at night, with only a lamp to chase away the shadows and no servants. No nanny follows.
The family would panic at first, but her father would always find her at the top of the bell tower because she could find peace in the chirping of the birds.
There is a nest of black swallows on the top of the tower, and she often feeds them there.
There she could see the sun rising over the mountains, and her father, the heroic father who had been a high-ranking officer in the Astra Militarum, would sit on the floor next to her and ask her the same question. , every time.
“Daughter, what are you thinking about?”
She would talk to her father about her dream and the scene in it, and he would patiently listen as the birds fluttered their wings rapidly above their heads. listen.
And after she finished speaking, he would put his hand on top of her head, smile, and say that familiar sentence.
"They are just dreams, Anna, that's all."
For a long time, she believed him.
She no longer wanders the corridors or climbs to the top of the tower.
Then one day, when she dreamed of winged creatures coming to speak death into her father's ears, she did not tell him - she merely comforted herself with his words.
"They are just dreams, that's all."
But they are more than just dreams. They rarely do.
Her father eventually died in a car accident when she was 14, and when she found him, black crows were surrounding him, overhead, jumping and fluttering their wings.
The doctors and priests who arrived later blamed his death on the injuries he sustained during the war, a moment of trance, and the wine he drank while missing the war and his mother.
They even blame the weather, but none of this should be blamed, none of it should.
Adriana Velez knew she was the one to blame for touching the dream and concealing it.
If she told her father, maybe-
Adrienne Velez's father left her a small fortune and a high status, her aunt She is still the wife of the planet's governor, but she still chose to join the Sisters, and she still hides her thoughts and dreams.
After that, she took her title in the order, and she followed where her dark dreams led her.
But since she fell into coma, her dreams have changed.
There was a person who kept breaking into her dreams, calming her inner uneasiness and confusion, and making her dreams no longer dark.
It seems good if it stays like this, but every time at the end of her dream, there will always be a touch of light cyan that ruthlessly destroys everything. That person——
"Huh?"
Awakening again, she stood up from the wooden chair where she had fallen asleep, but looked panicked and began to fumble around for something. Her desk was filled with scrolls and star maps, books and folders, And the same goes for the surrounding floor.
She wore a simple robe that clung to her body and outlined her graceful curves as she searched around.
Almost everything in the room was cluttered, except for the small bed in the corner where she hadn't slept in weeks.
Some people joked that during the ten years she slept, she slept all the sleep she should have slept in her whole life, and sometimes she thought so.
Actually, it's not a good habit to have everything so untidy. She wasn't always like this. It's too messy here now. Velez read the words on the table quickly, lifting them up and flipping them open, pushing the stack of papers to the floor as she searched for the words she needed.
Every book, scroll or piece of paper here was very old, extremely precious, and almost unique, but there was nothing she was looking for.
She stepped over the piles of books and scrolls on the floor, searching individually until finally she found her target.
“I found you.”
She said to the book in her hand.
It is a small book made of old cowhide. It has no title, no author's signature, no edition mark or trace of printing. It is hand-knitted and handwritten. Just take it. Holding it in her hand reminded her of the mountain air and the cold, ancient stones.
It reminded her of her father's voice.
"Daughter, what are you thinking about?"
She opened her father's diary and turned straight to the last page, turning to the verses that she had memorized clearly since her childhood. Her fingers crossed the The words were written in dull blue ink, and the hand trembled slightly in the process.
Soon, she read to the end of the page, exhaled slowly, and closed the book even more slowly.
She reached towards her collar and pulled out the pendant she was wearing.
It was an object that once belonged to her father, a skeleton surrounded by a halo of ten spires. She turned the pendant over in her hands, feeling its weight and texture, feeling how warm it was to her. hand.
Then she curled her fingers around the pendant and squeezed it so hard that the spikes on the halo pierced her skin.
She opened her hand and saw ten tiny drops of blood appearing in her palm.
This is a test to prove that she is awake now, not evidence that she is still dreaming.
The reason why she did this was because her dream was so deep that it even gave her the illusion that she had woken up, but in fact she did not really wake up. She didn’t know if this was caused by long-term coma. of sequelae.
At least she could confirm that in her dreams, the pendant's spikes would never make her bleed.
"He may be in danger."
After Velez confirmed that he was truly awake, he leaned back on his chair and recalled his dream, a burning world, countless twisted and grotesque shapes, and one wrapped in fire. gray eagle.
Now that she knows this, she needs the help of another person, someone who should not exist in the order.
She stood up, quickly put on the light overlapping armor, tied up her hair, and picked up her side sword from the weapons rack next to the door.
They are a pair of swords, two identical curved blades made of steel and polished bone, with prayers and blessings engraved on the blades.
One of them was the sword she had carried since joining the order, and the other was the symbol of the Grand Sister.
She walked out of the room and came to the cold stone corridor.
The lights are now in the night time, burning with faint starlight, and the seamless obsidian floors and walls absorb all the light and the sound of her footsteps.
This place has a sacred, silencing atmosphere, like a tomb, like a monument to silence.
This place was not like this before. When the order was at its most prosperous, it was full of young nuns and servants coming and going.
After so many years, the order has barely recovered from the previous blow. The number of nuns has only reached half of what it once was, and there are still many recruits who still need to be trained.
Velez walked quickly down the quiet hallway toward the room she always went to when she needed relief from her confusion.
(End of this chapter)