Chapter 1419: NO. 35: Is it my turn?

NO. 35: Is it my turn?

As a spirit medium constitution with extremely high talent, Manchester Chazuo is very accustomed to certain sudden encounters.

Whether in reality or in dreams, disturbances from spirits are always sudden, yet the vast majority are not worth being wary of.

After all, she is also an outstanding student of spirit summoning studies, and the Terra Federation's generally good public order extends to the spirits' view, with underworld officials regularly patrolling the mortal world, and every registered spirit medium constitution is their primary focus.

However, for that black-haired horse girl, the most frequent unexpected encounters so far have actually been dreams unrelated to spirits.

Because the spirituality of a spirit medium and the spirituality required by the dream-system's source energy are the same kind of thing.

The more skilled you are, the more actively you engage with spirits, and you cannot simply lock away your dreams like ordinary people do.

You must learn to manually switch it on and off.

And in this process, Manchester Chazuo's very dreams are especially prone to being accidentally 'matched' by some dream-walkers.

Without a doubt, dream-walkers lacking a sense of boundaries have a much higher refresh rate than qualified wandering spirits, so the number of Manchester Chazuo's unknown 'friends' can be greatly increased, and the proportion of yin energy is not so heavy.

But obviously, few people are aware of this.

Thus, the rumors about Manchester Chazuo at school still revolve around ghosts and spirits, giving her image a constant hint of yin energy while also making schoolmates extremely wary of her.

This situation improved noticeably after the trainer arrived; as the number of real-life friends increased, many reputation problems were also resolved.

This was originally a good thing, even if Manchester Chazuo's expression of her friendship inclination aligns with that of her three teammates, she still doesn't seem very enthusiastic.

But inwardly, they all follow the same sociability.

They equally crave being understood and crave the existence of companions, thus feeling more grateful for the trainer's efforts in their hearts.

But understanding can perhaps be one-sided, while companionship is a two-way process.

When the darkness long pursued in ignorance draws near, even that girl who is accustomed to the margins, accustomed to lowering her presence, and thus always appears dull and silent to others, should also be clear about what she ought to do.

But sudden change is very difficult.

Unless it is like Aimu Zhiji in the early stage of having her soul purified, where a certain degree of psychology is directly interfered with, otherwise Manchester Chazuo suddenly deciding to act out of character—she still only does so to a limited extent.

The silent, conservative appearance may have been merely an unconscious expression at first, but after years of unchanging persistence, it has become a habit hard to change overnight.

In terms of being straightforward, she cannot compare to Bo-bang.

In terms of willfulness, she is still not as much as Suzi.

In terms of showing weakness, she, who is always overly conscientious, is also nothing like Aizhi, who constantly relies on stubbornness to make the trainer frequently worry.

A child who neither cries nor makes a fuss is always easy to overlook; for a while, one can only muster some initiative from Manchester Chazuo, yet there is also a trainer widely known to be very busy.

Without the willfulness to dare to delay the trainer's life, so-called initiative cannot be established; fortunately, she still has an advantage that the other three find hard to match.

Dreams.

That lack of competitiveness in reality can be fully exerted in the dream realm, allowing her to become a member of those 'boundary-less dream-walkers'.

This is an incomparably great advantage, easily surpassing the sluggish competition of Suzi and her peers, and moreover, during the initial investigation activity's chance encounter, it gives her the legitimacy to find the trainer without needing to think much.

But……

That sister called Ling, where did she come from again?

The heavy sword blade, held with both hands, easily raised—it's hard to say whether this reliance is the strength of the horse girl or the authority of the dream realm's master.

Manchester Chazuo fixes her eyes on the soaring dragons approaching, while the existence at her side, resembling a clone but with a pair of even colder eyes, spreads its five fingers and leaps straight out!

Claws rend dragon scales, feet tread dragon spines, its momentum beast-like, fierce and ruthless, yet lacking a bit of self-preservation awareness.

But, the azure cold light behind her makes up for that.

Sword energy sweeps across, shielding the large opening at her back; two sets of footsteps never cease, their intertwined figures perfectly in sync as they resist the dragon horde, appearing at first glance to be upwind.

When did she appear beside the trainer, occupying the position that in the dream ought to have been hers?

And in what stance does she invite herself, uniquely confront herself, taking on the guise of an elder, of one who occupies that person's darkness, and make herself at home?!

Just observe, just gaze—she once fixed her pursuit in that way, not thinking about the definitions of lovers or beloveds, not caring who stands beside him.

But why?

Why do I keep retreating again and again, yet still get sought out?

98.6%

You've already taken away many of my things, haven't you?

98.7%

That should have been my place; those eyes should have enjoyed the boundless night sky, not this monotonous city!

With that unaware manner, you trampled everything I pursued—why?

Why still come to see my remaining treasures?

98.9%

Do you really want to see?

You won't even allow this?

99.1%

... Then come over.

In dreams, many traces are not obvious.

The trainer is not skilled in this regard… otherwise… that profound darkness shouldn't be bound by the feigned carefree responsibility……

99.4%

... Then come over.

There will be no problem…… Ling sister…… she won't let you die, nor let you get hurt……

99.6%

Just.

Just.

Just...

You need to stay here.

99.9%

The last dragon, lacking any reinforcements, simply collapsed under the sharp, cold gaze that had already become unified; the two that had lightly landed from the corpse, sharing a pale gold gaze, looked toward the woman who was at leisure.

"Release the trainer…"

Suddenly, the Chazuo whispered softly, drawing a cold glance from another Chazuo.

"Eh? Is that what you wanted to say?" Lingwen asked.

Even as those two pressed closer step by step, even as the black-haired girl behind her still outlined a massive shadow that extinguished all the city lights behind, she remained just as composed, merely gazing off into the distance at the colossal beast's silhouette that devoured artificial light sources.

Gazing at the giant beast's tentacles waving in unison, at the moment the two Graceful City Chazuo stepped forward and rushed——

"Release the trainer——!!"

Bang!

Boom————!!!!

The girl's heartfelt voice, accompanying the moment the lamp staff pierced the ground, was swallowed by the deep jar's sound after 0.1 seconds into a deafening roar.

Accompanied by blinding scorching light.

The already far-fetched shadow and darkness were torn apart by the light tide and storm, leaving only the five cloth panels bearing the characters 'ambition', 'words', 'sigh', 'chant', 'dance' fluttering, displaying a firm and steadfast stance.