Faced with Malenia's string of questions, Zhao Si stammered, "I mainly did it to dream."
"Dream? You look ready to start daydreaming right now." Malenia seemed to be angry; otherwise, she would not have spoken that way.
Zhao Si's brow furrowed. "I wanted to see if I could dream of Godwyn."
"And what if you did dream of our eldest brother?" Malenia still would not let it go.
And she had a point. It was a dream, after all. He could dream of anyone, but what good would that do?
"Well, the Church of Deep Sleep's dreams are different from ordinary dreams. I thought I might be able to go to the Land of the Dead and see Godwyn." Zhao Si lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
Only then did Malenia stop walking. "That just proves how dangerous this is! Did you dream of him? Who else did you dream of besides our eldest brother?"
Zhao Si opened his mouth. After thinking it over, he only said, "Aside from all that jumbled nonsense, I only dreamed of Godwyn."
As though to confirm that he had told the truth, Zhao Si nodded emphatically. "Yes, only him."
For some reason, perhaps because he sensed Malenia's anger, Zhao Si instinctively began to lie.
Malenia grabbed Zhao Si again. "This isn't the place to talk."
Soon, the two returned to Miquella's castle.
Malenia tossed Zhao Si straight into a room, then assumed the air of an interrogator and began questioning him.
"You'd better tell me everything, down to the last detail." Malenia sat in a chair with her arms folded across her chest. Her prosthetic hand, forged from pure gold, rattled as though expressing her displeasure.
"I think we should wait until Miquella gets here." Opening his mouth tugged