Chapter 221: Giant Wave in a Dream

Rod lowered his footsteps and pushed the door open with a click.

The inside of the cabin looked as if it had been robbed — a mess of overturned boxes and emptied cabinets.

The corner of his eye twitched.

He shifted his gaze to the half-open bedroom and saw the banshee Chris snoring away on the bed.

The bed was covered in snacks she'd dug out, crumbs scattered everywhere.

She was holding half a cup of juice, and since she'd fallen asleep and couldn't maintain her physical form, the cup had already tilted halfway in her hand, the juice inside soaking a large ring into the mattress.

On top of all that, the bedroom wall was playing footage of the bronze dragon from Emerald Jade City's Dragon-Watching Festival.

"..."

A vein bulged on Rod's forehead.

Good, good, good.

I'm only away from home for two days, and you dare to wreck the place like this — Chris, you really haven't been hit enough.

Tally couldn't care less about all that.

Whenever she got home, she always instinctively wanted to eat something.

"Eat a meal next to her first? Master~"

"I'm going to beat her up first."

"Don't~"

Tally cast a shapeshifting spell, transforming into a woman who looked very similar to Chris but a bit more petite.

She pressed herself against her master's chest.

Her face flushed bright red.

Eyes alluring, breath fragrant as orchids.

"..."

"I'll swear on it, okay~ I swear I won't make a sound~"

Rod pinched her tender cheek.

Then he roughly shoved her toward the bedside.

"Eek~~~"

Tally squealed excitedly and leaned over the edge of the bed.

She flipped her thick long skirt up over her back.

The banshee Chris dreamed she was on a remote little island with no magic.

The island's inhabitants were a short-lived species with lifespans of only a year, and she was the only banshee there.

Every time someone died, she would drift in and appear at the funeral, sobbing and keening.

Over time, the residents didn't treat her as an ill omen the way people did in the real world.

Instead, they thought she was a compassionate, kind goddess of death, and offered her endless food, inexhaustible sweets, and an unending stream of plays.

No oppression, no sacrifice, and every day there were funerals to cry at — this place was full of happiness.

Chris thought she would live here forever.

But one day, an earthquake struck.

Accompanying it were strange rumbles from the sky — like a woman screaming, like the sound of a belly being slapped.

Crack—

So evil it made one's whole body go cold.

As the saying goes, a rope always snaps at its thinnest spot.

The violent earthquake also brought a tsunami.

This was an island ringed by sea on all sides — a wave that massive was enough to destroy the place!

The island's residents were terrified, huddling together and weeping miserably.

Chris was very anxious; although she'd never thought about protecting them, she didn't want them all to die in one go either.

After all, she hadn't yet keened at a group funeral.

But things didn't go as one wished — the waves came from every direction, sweeping the residents away one by one.

Chris could do nothing but meet the warm seawater head-on.

She dropped to her knees weakly and wept.

In the distance, a massive wave appeared, dwarfing everything before it.

Chris gazed at the shattered, empty island.

She chose to resist no longer.

Watching the giant wave come right before her eyes, she spread her arms to welcome it.

The banshee Chris.

Snapped awake!

Before she even opened her eyes, a tear slid down from the corner of her eye.

Grieving for the fragile dream that had just been shattered.

"If only it had been real."

"Brother-in-law. Brother-in-law!!!"

Thunder exploded!

???

Why is that weird thunder from the dream still rumbling?

Hm? Why is my face wet?

Hm? Hmm hmm hmm?

Chris snapped her eyes open in astonishment.

What greeted her was the same rough scene as in the bronze dragon's image — only this time, an extreme close-up, right in her face!

"What the hell"

The next moment.

A cry of ecstasy rang through the cabin.

Squelch—

A great wave.

Came rushing in.

Not only in the dream, but in reality too.

And it was sweet, carrying the scent of honey.

"Ah, you're awake."

Rod lowered his head and saw the banshee beside his knee had already woken up.

But she was staring blankly at the scene before her.

Mouth half-open, not moving a muscle.

Combined with the wet streaks all over her face, there was an oddly funny air about her.

"Brother-in-law~ don't bother with her!!"

He had been about to say a couple more words, but the succubus in front urged him on again impatiently.

Rod didn't really care.

It was still early, after all — thunder only, no rain yet.

So.

Chris down below just sat there in a daze, watching the whole thing through to the end.

A good while later.

Tally was utterly exhausted and lay by the bed to rest.

Rod hadn't fully had his fill, but he didn't have the face to keep going either.

He pulled his pants back on and casually tossed a clean towel to Chris, who was still wearing the same expression.

The banshee was snapped awake by the towel.

She sat up in a daze and gestured a size with her hands.

Then, with a tearful face: "No, Master, I'll die!"

"You won't die. You're a fifth-tier, after all — don't underestimate your own vitality."

Rod was unbearably hot, so he simply stripped off his shirt, revealing a body of sturdy muscles.

Beneath his healthy skin, his muscles were clearly defined — balanced, not exaggerated, yet plenty enough to show his strength.

Frowning, he pointed at the living room that had been wrecked into a complete mess.

"What's the matter with you? I was only gone two days, and you've turned the place into this?"

Chris shrank her shoulders and muttered, "How would I know you'd come back so fast."

"Heh, so you mean you were planning to stay here as many days as I was away, right!"

Yes.

But she didn't dare say it out loud.

As mentioned before, the banshee only felt safe inside this ranger's cabin — with her master gone, of course she had to sleep a few good, sound nights.

But after these two days, she finally realized it wasn't the cabin itself that made her feel safe.

It was the ranger's cabin with Rod in it.

"I'm giving you until tomorrow — one day — to clean this place up!"

"Oh."

Rod kicked her aside and flopped down, swaying.

"Massage my legs, and while you're at it, tell me what you've been up to these two days."

Clearly, Chris, who was in the wrong this time, didn't dare resist.

Obediently, she took solid form, made little fists, and thumped his thighs one tap at a time.

"Before, when you guys went to ambush that Wen Yi Fa mage, Little Little Bangde and I dealt with a wave of kobold ambush, remember?"

"Right, and then?"

"They outnumbered us, so of course I wasn't having it. So these past two days I went and tracked down their lair."

(End of chapter)