Chapter 872 – Tower of Deep Dreams (11)

Alba chewed her lip as she tried to break the dimension door.

The little lady’s face, filled with embarrassment and embarrassment, was burning with anxiety as she looked at the ancient spirits around her.

“We’re in trouble.”

Azalea.

The power of her self was as weak as a lamp before the wind.

Although she was born with the temperament of a spiritist, which she couldn’t even choose if she didn’t have natural talent, it was correct to say that she had no time to bloom to her potential because she devoted all her time to business and childcare.

Her achievements at the academy are also good.
I know everything. Since she was Lee Si-heon’s lover, Alba had been following her every move for three years.

Therefore, it was only natural that when faced with a dungeon or trial, the person who would face the greatest difficulty would be Azalea.

She was able to defeat the king’s shadow without any trouble, such as Cornus officinalis, Gusul, and Kafha.
Se-young Lee went as far as to destroy her further existence by completely dissolving the power of ‘that existence’ into her own.
Although Association President Byul hesitated for a while, he was able to reunite with his parents and successfully overcome his old trauma. Hongyeon had a private relationship with her adoptive father, Cheonma of the First Presidency.

If you ask whether Azalea can even follow the footsteps of the women mentioned above.

Alba’s answer is: Well. It was too vague.

‘… No wonder the walls here are so thick.’

Azalea’s behavior style can be described as dedication.

Of course, it is not a life like a puppet show where you only passively help someone, but altruistic behavior for a loved one can be seen as an ideal form of kindness combined with behavior driven by individual selfishness.

The three years that Lee Si-heon disappeared. She completely cut off her career as a promising hunter and focused her energies on taking over her company and raising Shiva.

She muttered warm words to Lee Si-heon’s photo every day, pouring out all her passion and sincerity to fill the empty space left by the whining little Shiba in search of her father.

At first glance, you could say it’s blind, but it’s not.

The challenge of this ordeal was also reflected by Dallae’s active and enterprising nature.

-Puck!

Despite her last struggles, Dal-rae’s body, which was stuck against the wall, slowly collapsed.

Dantian’s magic scraped the floor, and not a ray of light was visible in his eyes.

Alba remained miserably silent, clasping her hands together and grinding her teeth.

‘Dallae, please. Please endure just a little longer.’

If there was a person who wandered the most after reuniting with Lee Si-heon, the first person to count would have been Sivana Dal-lae.

Shiva left home due to an unconscious impulse engraved in her blood relatives. On the other hand, Siheon ignores this even after knowing it.

Both of them live in danger no matter when they leave their embrace.

For Dal-lae, who had sworn to devote her life to it, the situation would have been extremely dire.

Even if she gets angry when she sees Lee Si-heon, who is always full of worry, she immediately calms down.
However, whenever she thought of Shiva leaving her arms, her heart broke, and she shed tears secretly.
Even though Saeyoung and other lovers tried to lighten the mood by putting on a table and raising their voices to lighten the mood, one side of Dallae’s always smiling face was so out of focus that it sometimes felt like no matter what they did, it would be of no use.〈 Br〉

What was she unable to let go of? She had no choice but to do so.
In order to take advantage of all of her relationships, Dal-rae edited them to her liking, and the first people she got involved with were her children and her lover.

Okay. So,

He must have decided to become strong again.

-Boom!

Her man’s scream rang out. A man sobbing in despair stood in front of the lifeless azalea and spread his arms.

He, weighed down by a sense of debt and guilt over her soul, was unable to make eye contact with her when she reunited with her child, so he wrapped his arms around Azalea.

-Sigh.

Dal-rae’s darkened eyes look towards her father’s back.
If Lee Si-heon had been there, this scene probably wouldn’t have happened the same way. The image of Lee Si-heon standing confidently with the hem of his black uniform fluttering passed through Dal-lae’s eyes.

Although he was ugly, he had a good-natured face that seemed friendly.

An innocent face wearing a mask.

The two of them placed the young Shiba on her shoulders and giggled as they faced each other, gesturing to see themselves following behind her.

Ah.

It’s a terrible imagination when it doesn’t even take any effort.

Those who live here will continue to be protected. Instead of helping, they just grabbed my ankles.

In the end, he will be too interested in his daughter and will only cause trouble and look for Shiba.

“Kruk, Gigi Geek?”

It is unacceptable. However, the painful weakness chipped away at Dal-lae’s will.

At the feet of a lowly soul that pushes its spirit and is rapidly heading towards death.

“… “I don’t like it.”

It was in that split second that the color of despair turned red.

It was at that time that bright red flower petals appeared around the Dalrae.

My Danjeon is at its lowest point and I have no stamina.

It was correct to say that there was nothing worth squeezing out of that situation.

The sudden awakening of a hunter, the awakening of a spirit in an instant, or the limit of magical power?

It is something that has no connection with azaleas and no talent.

In fact, the changes that occurred in her body were not something that was worthy of such envy.

-Dismissal.

Seoncheonjigi. The vitality that cuts down and squeezes out the soul.

The essential vitality of the body, which is an indispensable feature of the Heavenly Demon God’s magic, was not so rare that even hunters on the verge of death occasionally displayed it.

It’s not surprising. It wasn’t that I was lucky.

The special power that was generated was not something that could be achieved by struggling and barely holding on while wandering in the midst of death.

But it is clear that it is a slim opportunity. The most important thing in enlightening and utilizing Seoncheonjigi is…

“Haha. Tsk, kkeuheu.”

Ogi and persistence. The twisted courage to hunt down distant fears, and the will to cut down even one’s own life.

Alba, who was tearing apart the dimension, stopped gesturing and watched the scene with a blank expression on her face.

They say couples look alike.

“Huh, huh…”

The azalea, with its eyes flashing like a hyana’s as it moaned, unleashed the magical power that carved life out of its grasp.

“Kkihiik!”

Last. It’s a helioplast. The king’s shadow rushed forward, raising the scythes on both arms.

Before her man could even notice, Dal-rae stood up from her seat, splashing her last flower petal, and aggressively attacked with her bony appearance.

-Tak.

One step up. A voice engraved. Her father shouted in astonishment.

“Everyone, let’s go!!!”

-Tadat.

There was a distant silence, and then the sound of footsteps rang out. The petals fluttering on the ground are blood-colored. Dal-rae’s magic, which had been squeezed out of her blood, changed from light pink to almost red, and she shouted as she spat out her blood.

“Ugh, ugh, ahhh!!”

The surrounding magic circle vibrated from the small amount of energy.

Her magic and magic condensed in her clumsily raised fist.

Instead of tears, squeezed blood flowed from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and the last traces floated in the pupils.

‘Dallae.’

Around the time when Alba’s low, desperate screams burst out from within.

Azalea and the king ran into each other without any delay and stopped.

-Flash!

The two figures straightened their backs and stiffened.

Who burned their lives and faced annihilation?

A solid red line was drawn from the azalea’s neck, and blood poured out like a fountain.

From her uvula to the area beyond her cervical spine.
Her hair stood there motionless, as if it would fall down at any moment.

-Boo!

One more time. The muscles on both of her shoulders were torn and bloody, as if they had been cut by a scythe.

My nerves are cut off and my lifeless eyes turn to the sky and close as if looking at something.

A fist that loses strength. Lastly, a polite gesture. Return to love as it is. Lee Si-heon. My daughter Dad mom. Siheon once again…

The person I love. A person who wanted to help.

I just burned it purely and hoped innocently.

Hair that flows down using the cross-section of the neck as a slide.

Just before Dallae’s misaligned head falls helplessly.

When the withered tree is ready to return to the soil. The king, who turned over, convulsed and dispersed into particles.

“Kick, kick!? Squeak-“

A monster that disappears, pouring out black slime like a cockroach.

Alba, who tore open the gap in the loosened dimension, shouted urgently.

“Dallae!”

“…”

Alba flew in and caught Dal-lae’s head, which was just about to break, and hugged her with his short arms.

The sad face of Dal-lae, who had cooled off, appeared in the eyes of the younger Alba.

How desperately did he face the ordeal? The iris, which was relaxed, did not react at all even when exposed to light.

The eyes that resembled azalea flowers did not move.

* * * * * *

Like fireflies gathering in a humid cave, the soul of the dead world tree approached with an indescribable attraction.

[It is a beautiful spirit.]

[With noble incision and noble character.]

[Your spirit is worth emulating even for us.]

The pink, cooled soul shakes like a reed as if it is about to go out.

[… Why do you try to hold on to your regrets so desperately?]

[Was that man such a precious lover to you?]

[She is an evil and undesirable man wearing a crown.]

I could finally hear the World Tree’s direct and indirect questions, but Azalea didn’t say anything.

‘I can’t die yet.’

[It’s late.]

[Your soul will wander here just like ours.]

[I can give you time to say goodbye. What are you going to do? Ah, haha.]

I can’t accept this dull sound.

Azalea’s soul, which had no expression or face, burned brightly and scared the spirits of the world tree standing around.

‘I have to go back.’

[For what?]

‘… There’s still a lot to talk about with those people.’

I had to live.

There are still a lot of meals that I have just learned but haven’t been able to prepare.

We resolved all misunderstandings and had many stories to share between the three of us.

I had to make clothes and scarves myself to gift to Shiba and Siheon. Above all, I had to mediate when the two people diverged and personally remind them that our family’s love still remains.

‘So, so…’

[… Are you saying that you can’t leave this world because of simple hopes?]

‘Why are you doubting my worth?’

[Huh.]

‘Yet… Nothing is over. I have to go back. Both of them have weak hearts and must not be corrected.’

[Overcoming oneself is life. Oh, no. Just like you did. I have to worry alone with the king and come up with an answer.]

‘Don’t say such strange things. From birth to life, you solve everything on your own? I don’t put my mind to it like you do. ‘We are family.’

[…]

[She is a strong woman.]

[Is it really right to hand over our power to a woman without a cause?]

‘… What do you mean?’

The gathered spirits of the World Tree touched the flame of the azalea.

Dallae’s soul, which had been cooling down and dying miserably, faced a great upheaval, and a change occurred so powerfully within the body that its structure was reorganized.

– Excited, excited. Excited. Excited.

Heart pulse beating wildly.

It felt like my distant consciousness was captured and forced to return, and the ancient world trees revealed their faces one by one to Dallae.

They are all covered in scars and have terrible faces.

They were the soldiers of the era who were trampled and cut to death by the king and his subordinates.

[… What is clear is that this child may stimulate the king’s heart.]

[Yes.]

[Is it. Then live. To protect your values, fight against a deviant king and fate. Just like we did.]

‘… !’

My consciousness arose quickly. Dallae, whose body was convulsing, rubbed her cut neck and felt the pulse of her life.

“Dal, Dallae. Are you okay? Wow, wow…”

Alba, who was trying to save her life with all her magic, touched Azalea’s cheek with a pale face.

“…”

I see my dad. That’s a really surprised face. I looked around and felt that Dal-rae was alive and relaxed my shoulders.

“… Yes. Are you okay? But why… Have you become a child?”

“Well, there was such a situation. “It may seem like a random thing to hear since you’ve been living so long, but I have good news for your health, so I’ll tell you about it later.”

“… “Can I help Siheon now?”

Alba smiled for a moment and closed her eyes

There were tears at the corners of the girl’s eyes that should have been emotionless.

As she shared her long memories with them, did her precious relationships grow?

He may have cherished the relationship between Lee Si-heon and Wiki and beyond.

“Of course. You were always helpful. Mr. Dal-rae.”

A smile appeared in Dal-rae’s eyes filled with black blood, and then she grabbed Alba with her cold hands.

“Thank you.”

Dal-rae’s father looked at the scene with a complicated face.

That eternal love… Now I have no choice but to acknowledge the joy of her love, which is the language of her flowers.

Silence, replacing conversation, settled warmly in the surrounding air.