Allowing Warden Serena to leave alone, the Great Poet of Love didn't interfere with her.

It seemed her mood had calmed down considerably, not too affected by the [Falling Land of Gentle Dreams], and her figure disappeared.

The Great Poet of Love then looked at the three priests.

She walked to each of them, entering their dreams one by one, and soon woke them all up quickly.

The three of them looked frightened, then ashamed, and bowed to the Great Poet of Love in apology.

"There is a sequence to learning the Way, and specialization in different fields. You only need to remember this valuable experience and understand your weaknesses. There's no need to blame yourselves," the Great Poet of Love said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Thank you, sir."

Priest Ba Tian bowed respectfully to the Great Poet of Love again.

The Great Poet of Love looked at Hyperion, who was still deeply immersed in her dream and hadn't left.

In fact, Lan Qi could wake Hyperion up quickly.

But if there was no danger to her life, he would let Hyperion rest a little longer.

She had been through a lot since her father's disappearance so long ago.

"Although reality may be cruel to you, I will try my best to make it a little better," the Great Poet of Love murmured to himself, closing his eyes as he stood beside Hyperion.

...

As the sun set, in the Hutton Kingdom, light shone through the thin clouds, scattering over the slowly moving sightseeing train.

This magical energy rail train traveled through the heart of the Hutton Kingdom, connecting the capital with the border, humanity with nature.

Inside the carriage, the wooden paneling and decorations revealed a bright style with light tones, quite different from the North Continent.

The scenery outside the window unfolded like a scroll, with lush green fields, quaint villages dotted among them, the occasional vineyard, and ancient castles.

The passengers inside either quietly admired the scenery outside the window or chatted in low voices, enjoying this leisurely journey. The afternoon air was filled with the faint fragrance of coffee and red wine, accompanied by the slight sound of the train tracks, creating a peaceful and elegant atmosphere.

A typical couple sat facing each other across a wooden table by the window, with a young girl sitting on the wife's side.

They looked like a typical family out for a weekend trip.

The girl looked a little sleepy, half-awake, leaning against her mother's side.

"Mom."

Hyperion hugged Ifathia's arm, just calling her name before falling silent, not letting go for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Ifathia asked softly.

Hyperion shook her head, not speaking.

But she didn't let go of her arm either.

The feeling of her mother beside her reminded Hyperion of a gray-haired lady she couldn't quite remember in her dream, who was also so kind.

She would protect her from assassins and cover her with a blanket on cold nights.

But that nightmare was bizarre and terrifying; her father had actually disappeared.

How could her father, whom she had always believed to be so powerful that he could never be defeated, simply vanish into thin air?

Dreams were indeed absurd.

"Father, will you lose?"

Hyperion raised her eyes, staring at the figure sitting across from her by the window.

"No."

Duke Micahia, still looking at the book in his hand, answered confidently.

Looking at the reassuring black-haired figure of Duke Micahia sitting across from her reminded Hyperion of someone in a dream.

Although their temperaments were completely different, that person seemed to fill the unease in her heart, making her feel that the dream wasn't a complete nightmare.

"Hyperion."

Her thoughts were swirling in her mind when suddenly a voice interrupted her.

Hyperion looked in the direction of the voice and found that a black-haired, green-eyed boy was sitting on the other side of the aisle on this train.

She didn't seem to have noticed this passenger before.

And he was staring at her.

Hyperion met his gaze.

"Excuse me...?"

"Hyperion, it's time to wake up," the boy said gently, like a mother waking her child in the early morning, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"Who are you?"

Hyperion asked, confused.

"I am your partner," the boy replied.

"What does 'wake up' mean?"

Hyperion's eyes were bewildered, and she felt that her conversation with this black-haired, green-eyed boy was causing her forgotten memories to resurface uncontrollably.

"It means you're going to leave this dream world with me," the boy said patiently.

"......?"

Hyperion was stunned.

"No, no matter what, let me take another look, just one more look," she said, tears welling up in her eyes, wanting to indulge for just one more second, like a child reluctant to get out of bed.

"Sigh..."

Lan Qi smiled helplessly and lowered his eyes. He didn't expect Hyperion to be so deeply immersed in this [Falling Land of Gentle Dreams] spell.

If he could, he would also hope that Hyperion could have a sweet dream instead of being frequently awakened by nightmares at night.

But he couldn't leave Hyperion unattended in this dangerous spell. Its essence was a murderous spell.

"Hyperion, sometimes what seems like just a slight hesitation can actually lead to endless procrastination, until you simply give up," the black-haired, green-eyed boy said slowly, seemingly not minding her behavior at all, even understanding her.

"But if we don't set off now, we will never be able to set sail, so trust me, let's go."

His voice was calm as he looked at Hyperion.

It seemed he was ready to embark on a magical journey with her, or perhaps it was a promise they had already made.

At that moment.

The sky outside the train window was gradually turning golden pink, as if it were the color of a dazzling dawn.

Hyperion stared blankly at the boy and the dawn behind him.

The sweet world gradually melted away, and her heartbeat echoed in the sky, repeating incessantly, guiding the dream that wouldn't wake up.

Hyperion listened to her own clear heartbeat and opened her eyes.

She was back on the fourth underground level of the Helrom Prison.

In front of her was still the black-haired, green-eyed figure, smiling at her as he had in her dream.

"Welcome back."

The black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet of Love greeted her as always.

"Yeah, thank you for always finding me."

Hyperion nodded earnestly, a smile appearing on her lips.

The Great Poet of Love was slightly stunned. In his memory, Hyperion rarely smiled, and the smile on her face at this moment was a little different from usual.

"By the way, where's the warden?"

Hyperion looked around and then at her bracelet, asking curiously.

She realized that the three Rebirth Priests had already woken up.

It seemed that a long time had passed since they arrived at the fourth underground level, but the warden hadn't appeared. However, the information on her bracelet already stated that she had received permission from the warden.

What exactly happened while she was dreaming?

"The warden is very nice and will give us a special evaluation, so don't worry," the Great Poet of Love said with a smug smile.

"Next, we can safely visit the Great Demon Clan. The Great Demon Clan on this level is the Guardian Antanas you're looking for."

"?"

Hyperion frowned.

She didn't know what happened in this level of the prison while she was having a sweet dream.

But it seemed like she was enjoying herself, and while she was enjoying herself, Lan Qi had taken care of everything for her?

She was now starting to wonder if she was the protagonist in some story, and Lan Qi was her invincible cheat?

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