Chapter 16.1: The Banshee (9)
Everly screamed silently and woke up from the nightmare.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at the banshee’s face, just inches away.
Perhaps because she had been drinking the banshee’s milk for so long, Everly’s vision had become excellent. Even in the pitch-black underground stone chamber, she could clearly see the confusion and concern reflected in the banshee’s blood-red eyes.
Confusion at Everly’s panic, concern for Everly’s unease.
Plop. A tear rolled down the corner of the baby’s eye. Everly trembled as she stretched out her arms and tightly embraced the banshee’s neck.
It was clearly only a dream, yet for some reason, upon waking, she was gripped by a powerful fear and shock. Her heart thudded incessantly in her chest, while anxiety and terror burned at her throat, almost making her unable to breathe.
This sense of panic and breathlessness made Everly vividly recall her frail state when she was just born.
The banshee’s milk contained some kind of magical power. Under her care, Everly’s body grew strong and solid at a speed visible to the naked eye. Meanwhile, the banshee’s originally swollen chest quickly shriveled with each feeding. It was as if she had squeezed all the vigorous life force from her own body, condensed it into milk, and fed it to Everly.
This made Everly’s feelings toward the banshee increasingly complicated.