When they set out the next day, Li Meng was still somewhat downcast.
She still did not want to deal with those stinking Ogres.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Zheng Qing looked at the gloomy Little Witch and waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey, stick close to your sister later. Don't space out... Ogres throw stones with frightening accuracy. Watch out, or your head might get smashed open!"
The Little Witch gave him a melancholy look.
"I had a dream last night." She glanced around, deliberately lowering her voice in a mysterious manner. Her wavering tone made her sound somewhat ethereal. "A very bad, very bad dream. I saw death, ravens, withered trees..."
"You don't have Witness Talent, do you?" Zheng Qing interrupted the Little Witch's rambling and sought confirmation.
Pretending not to hear the young wizard's doubts, Li Meng continued muttering in that dreamy tone. "Only by staying far away can one avoid death... Mixed within the ravens' cries were grains of sand carried by the wind, desolation, dryness, all seeping into my lungs!"
Zheng Qing had no idea how the word "dryness" could be connected to "seeping in," just as he did not know whether Li Meng's strange behavior this morning stemmed purely from her hatred of Ogres or from some form of rebellion against her cousin's will.
The young scholarship student let out a heavy sigh and brushed several strands of spiderweb from the Little Witch's shoulder.
"First, no one is going to die."
He spoke with absolute certainty. "After being here for so many days, you should have realized that everything the school said before was meant to scare us. Second, I've been to the Illusory Dream Realm, and I can tell you that dreams have beautiful scenery and terrifying stories, but they're