Chapter 183 : Chapter 183
Chapter : 183
What?
I perked up my ears. Are they about to reveal the truth behind the prophecy? So hastily? Through a dream that I don't even know if it belongs to Theodore?
Regrettably, as if sensing my excitement, the conversation between Sylvia and Theodore was muted again.
Me: ?
Me: ???
Little mouths, start moving!
What's going on? The plot is about to reach the climax, what does it mean to suddenly interrupt me?
I was furious.
However, the owner of the dream decided not to let me see, so I couldn't see. One second I was watching Sylvia move her lips, and the next second I was kicked out of the dream.
Kicked! Out! Of! The! Dream!
Outrageous!
I opened my eyes angrily, just about to let out an incompetent roar of fury, when the next second I was stunned by a handsome face close at hand.
Deep blue eyes approaching ink color, soft short silver hair, deep and sculpted features. The most unique and impossible to ignore feature was a knife scar left on the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of wickedness to this handsome face. Coupled with that ambiguous look in his eyes, he looked extremely like a villain.
Compared to that ordinary face that couldn't be found if thrown into a crowd, this face was the one I was familiar with, belonging to Palos.
My heart almost skipped a beat. Anyone who wakes up to a magnified face right in front of them would probably be scared back into unconsciousness, right?
Palos supported himself with both hands on either side of me, his whole body hovering half-pressed over me. Even though he was very close, I read a sense of condescension from him.
That slightly long, messy silver-white hair fell on the side of my neck, making me move uncomfortably, wanting to reach out and push Palos's head away.
Palos's silver-white hair looked soft, but it felt hard to the touch, inheriting the fur characteristics of the wolf race, coarse and prickly in texture.
I very naturally rubbed the wolf pup's head a couple of times, with a smoothness as if I was petting the puppy I had raised for three years.
"Don't lie on top of me while I'm sleeping," I said. "I'll get scared."
Palos leaned closer, his deep blue eyes reflecting my helpless expression. He pressed close like a large dog, sniffing at my neck and behind my ear. His warm breath fell, and fine tingles like static electricity ran across my skin.
I unconsciously shrank my neck.
This was a very dangerous posture. The neck is a person's most hidden lifeline. For a master and his beloved dog, this is just a posture expressing intimacy. However, for me and Palos, I was undoubtedly handing over such a critical lifeline as my neck to Palos.
If he weren't an obedient dog, he could clamp his sharp teeth firmly onto his master's throat at any time.
I heard the sound of Palos swallowing saliva, and even saw Palos's Adam's apple bobbing up and down from the corner of my eye. To be honest, I wasn't not nervous at this moment; I was just betting that Palos wouldn't betray me.
—At least, bound by the contract, Palos could not betray the Demon King.
"Palos," I said.
Palos's breathing quickened a bit, and finally, he buried his entire face in my neck. He pressed on my body, emitting a few whimpers and gasps like a small beast from his throat.
One of my hands was still on his head, while the other hand was also captured by Palos.
Palos's movements were gentle but carried a tone that brooked no refusal. His broad palm first grasped my wrist, then moved up bit by bit, fingertips following the lines of my palm, prying open my clenched knuckles little by little, inserting into the gaps between my fingers without leaving any room, fingers interlaced and entangled.
The wheat-colored skin and the cool white fingertips tinged with pink complemented each other.
I let Palos do as he pleased. My hand that was on top of Palos's head also unceremoniously inserted into his coarse silver hair, grabbing his hair firmly by the roots.
Palos grunted, forced to raise his head. Those deep blue eyes, bottomless like the starry sky, actually carried a dampness, shimmering with a watery luster. Under his somewhat pale lips, two sharp canine teeth—or perhaps wolf teeth would be more appropriate?—were faintly visible.
"Palos."
I said again in a deep voice.
The first time was a reminder, the second time was a warning.
Will there be a third time? Will the third time be anger or punishment?
Palos thought nonchalantly.
He even had a bit of an impulse to touch the bottom line—Palos felt he was going crazy.
Thousands of years of waiting and searching hadn't driven him mad, but knowing the King's identity later than that kid Divic made him jealous enough to go mad.
Thinking of his master, the master pressed beneath him, who had passed him by several times but never called out to him... the despair of being abandoned and madness were about to entangle him again, like vines choking his throat, stripping away his breath bit by bit.
Putting him to death.
Palos's deep blue eyes gradually became dyed with a hint of madness. The bloodlust in the wolf race's bloodline was fully revealed. Perhaps this inferior gene belonging to the beastmen was amplified when mixed with the succubus bloodline.
His birth represented ominousness.
Two conflicting bloodlines were difficult to fuse, yet they achieved a delicate balance in a small wolf child. But that wasn't the end for the mixed-blood; instead, it was the starting point of Palos's suffering. With each year he grew, the bloodlines in his body became more chaotic by a fraction. Until the two bloodlines in his body could no longer maintain a false peace, Palos would quietly dissipate from this world like the morning mist.
Palos didn't belong to this world in the first place; he was born walking towards death.
It was the King—
It was the Master who forcibly kept Palos in this world.
The Eternal Lord who ended the Eternal War, the supreme Eternal Lord, the great Eternal Lord...
Palos's Master.
Since he forcibly kept Palos's life, why did he look at others?
Not allowed.
Seeing Palos's fangs exposed, I frowned. I unceremoniously increased the force in my hand again, pulling Palos's hair to inflict pain on him.
"Palos."
This was the third time. If Palos didn't wake up, I would have to consider giving this handsome face of his a slap.
Palos seemed to be awed by this third call. The crimson bloodlust in his eyes quickly faded, leaving behind clear and innocent doe eyes that blinked waterily. The fangs that were fully exposed were retracted by him. Just looking at Palos's current appearance, it was impossible to connect him with that madman who looked like a homicidal maniac just now.
Like two different people.
Palos opened his mouth, his face full of loss and helplessness, "...King."
I narrowed my eyes, not loosening the hand pulling his hair at all. I looked deeply at Palos, as if trying to see something hidden in those watery, seemingly completely innocent eyes.
This dog thing...
The hand interlaced with mine showed no sign of letting go; he was still acting.
Palos seemed to read the message from my expression that I was really going to get angry. His body stiffened, and he slowly relaxed the force pressing on me.
The interlaced fingers also loosened a bit. He removed all constraints on me, completely returning control to his master.
Feeling the weight on my body disappear, I unceremoniously pulled out the hand held by Palos, then pushed away Palos who was loosely pressing on me, and sat up.
Palos cooperated with all these actions perfectly. If he didn't show that expression of an abandoned puppy, I might have thought he was being a bit obedient.
I kept a cold face, looking down to straighten my clothes—there wasn't much change from before I fell asleep, at most a bit messy from sleeping, which wasn't an issue.
Looking up at the surroundings again, the room I was in now was obviously not the empty house I randomly found before. The facilities around were all upgraded by more than one level, including the bed I was sleeping on. After experiencing the bamboo bed before, I felt the wooden bed beneath me was quite luxurious.
As for other things... the facilities in this room were indeed a grade higher, but there weren't many traces of life. It looked like the room of someone in a high position, but not frequently used.
"This is my room." Palos seemed to see my confusion. "I brought you here after I woke up."
I glanced at Palos speechlessly. For some reason, I hallucinated the image of a big dog wagging its tail, and this big dog was claiming credit for 'changing the dog bowl for the meaty bone'.
...Tsk, is he sick? Substituting himself into the perspective of a meaty bone so consciously?
I looked away. I glanced around; before I fell asleep, I was still holding the [Carrier Pigeon] handling matters. If I fell asleep while dealing with things, then the [Carrier Pigeon] definitely wasn't in my backpack; perhaps Palos put it away.
Looking around and not seeing the [Carrier Pigeon], I spread my palm towards Palos, signaling him to return the item to me.
Palos stared—
Palos lowered his head and placed his chin in my palm, blinking obediently at me.
Me: ...
A vein popped on my forehead.
I withdrew my hand without hesitation. "My stuff, give it to me."
After saying this, I suddenly remembered that Palos not only took one of my [Carrier Pigeon]s, but the [Substitute Doll] I left outside Slanlipa City was also in a state of being hijacked by Palos.
Me: ...
I clicked my tongue. "The thing I was holding before I fell asleep, and the doll you took without permission before, give them back to me together."
Palos blinked again, looking innocent and obedient. Before I narrowed my eyes and revealed a dangerous expression, he took out the things I wanted and placed them in front of me.
One [Carrier Pigeon], one [Substitute Doll].
The doll sensed its master's aura close at hand. It leaped up from its initial feigning death state, jumping up to hug my finger. Its eyes and mouth, originally just rough lines, also changed, becoming a very vivid QAQ.
Hugging my finger, it acted coquettishly while pointing its stubby doll finger in Palos's direction, swaying as if complaining to me. It made one want to smile like an auntie; it was extremely cute.
I accepted the substitute doll's series of complaints well. Ever since the substitute doll was made, this little thing seemed to have life, very magical. Being inexplicably hijacked by Palos, it wasn't strange for it to make such complaining gestures.
Palos, who had been complained about by the substitute doll, narrowed his eyes and revealed a dangerous smile at the substitute doll, scaring it into hugging my finger tightly again.
I tapped the top of the substitute doll's head with my index finger soothingly, pretending to have comforted it. In reality, my attention was all on the opened [Carrier Pigeon]. I was shocked to find countless messages in my [Carrier Pigeon], a densely packed dazzling 99+.
I... didn't I just sleep for a little while? Why did it feel like I slept for a century?
I clicked open Merlin's messages. Merlin sent me the most messages. I scrolled to the top; it was Merlin telling me the matter in Slanlipa City was resolved, and they didn't let the people of Augreer succeed. I breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the time—six days ago.
Me: ???
I was shocked: "Wait, how many days did I sleep???"