Chris' faint inquiry was filled with hesitation.

...Why is it back to this question?

Wien didn't know how to answer for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he finally just hugged her in his arms helplessly.

"Don't think about it."

"Is it really just a random thought?" Chris asked himself.

“—Absolutely.”

Wien replied with certainty.

I don't know if she was comforted, but she didn't continue to say anything.

The silver moonlight overflowed dimly in the room.

At this time, here.

There are only two hearts full of uneasiness, and they rely on each other quietly.

After a while, Chris' breathing calmed down.

She fell asleep.

Even the words I originally wanted to say to myself, except for these few questions, seemed to have said nothing.

Wien slowly pulled the blanket a little bit, revealing her face that was almost shrinking under the pillow.

The beauty as always is intoxicating.

When she wasn't making a fuss, she looked particularly well-behaved and weak.

As long as you are by her side and quietly look at her, it is as if you can forget the passage of time.

However, her expression was not very pleasant, as if she had dreamed of something unhappy.

The delicate eyebrows also frowned slightly.

Wien stretched out his hand and touched it carefully, smoothing her eyebrows.

This girl who is sleeping and knows nothing about what is happening outside is originally a-

A girl who can get happiness.

Is this happiness really something to be taken away by yourself?

Is it okay to be resentful to her in the future?

It doesn’t matter if you hurt yourself in this world... maybe it’s not important to be the only relative?

No answer.

No--

The answer is clearly there, but I just don't want to see it.

He exhaled a breath of depression and carefully held her by his hand and took it away.

Then, he took her back to her own room.

"Good night, Miss Chris."

Wien whispered.

He left a kiss on her forehead gently as he had used to.

However, as soon as the hand holding her was released, Chris subconsciously curled up tightly and turned his head to the side.

He leaned against the bed and was stunned.

...It is said that such a sleeping position is a typical manifestation of lack of security.

He stood up silently and looked at her side face.

He stood in the room for a while before leaving.

"My daughter doesn't know how to love others."

What Duke Elliot once said came to his ears again.

"Do you really like me?"

Chris's lost look also appeared in front of him.

——Do I really like her?

Of course I like it.

All the heartbeats, all the tenderness, all the joys are real...

He returned to his room and locked the door again.

But at this time, he was no longer in the mood to implement his original private meeting plan.

With Ecos's body, he summoned a black dove condensed from magic.

He wrote a few strokes on the table and stuffed the note into the dove's mouth.

The windows are not closed.

On a clear night, the moonlight is very bright.

He thought about it and threw the pigeon outside.

The dove quickly flapped its wings and flew away in secludedly.

"well……"

He sighed and lay back on the bed.

The body also automatically removed the transformation state and restored the appearance of Wien.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m too mentally exhausted, but when I touch the pillow, sleepiness hits like a tide.

Wien soon fell asleep.

In the middle of an extremely empty flat ground, countless wooden boxes half a person tall were stacked irregularly.

Each wooden box looks exactly the same.

They are built layer by layer, forming a huge square column with a rugged appearance. The boxes are intertwined and can't see the end.

And Chris sat on a lonely box scattered beside him, staring at the white clouds in the sky with his head held high.

It seemed that she had noticed someone approaching, and she turned around and saw Vien's slightly confused expression.

"Chris? What are you doing here?"

Wien asked over and said.

For some reason, he didn't think there was anything strange about these boxes being stacked like this.

It seems that all this should be.

Hearing his question, Chris, who was sitting on the box, shook his legs in the air and smiled playfully.

"I'm waiting...when will this sky fall?"

Wien also raised his head and looked at the top of the [Pillar of Box].

The wooden boxes are stacked layer by layer, and the higher the color is, the more serious it will be lost, until it disappears in the white sky, and mixes with the pale clouds that block everything.

He stood under it and stared at the boxes.

The overly powerful sense of oppression in sight makes people almost think that they are shaking back and forth and may capsize at any time.

But, what she is talking about is not the "box", but the "sky"?

"How could the sky fall!" Wien smiled. "It's not an item?"

He tried hard to adjust the atmosphere around him that was becoming more and more strange.

“Yes.”

Chris said meaningfully, "Anything with weight, as long as the pillar that carries it collapses, then-"

“It will fall.”

Just as Vanne frowned and thought, she said what these words meant.

Chris suddenly asked again:

"Winn, do you really like me?"

Wien looked up and saw her eyes as clear as usual.

...Why did she ask such a question even in her dream?

Yes.

Such absurd and natural development is of course in a dream.
To be continued...