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Chapter 425 - 217: Shiayar, Don’t Open Your Eyes, I’m Ennie (Triple- - ) (Part 2)

"That might be because the attribute of ’tsundere’ is a locked skill? It won’t change a bit with the increasing affection or time spent together."

"Of course, what really confirmed it for me was the feel."

Shiayar looked at his distinctively jointed right hand.

"I’m very familiar with Ennie’s feel... "

"The moment I touched it just now, something felt off. That girl’s chest wouldn’t even do justice to an airport if one were to compare; it’s purely a steel plate... unlike your plump and soft touch."

Upon hearing Shiayar’s words, the blonde girl in front of him couldn’t help but frown slightly.

"But... I distinctly copied Ms. Enola’s physique full scale, there shouldn’t be any difference even in touch."

"That’s because what you see is fake."

"Even though she usually has an indifferent cold demeanor, that girl actually cares a lot about face."

"Coincidentally Silvia Babe and Her Majesty both have generous figures, so this girl pads her clothes every day to keep up."

Shiayar waved his hand casually: "Of course, though awkward, I quite like this version of Ennie too."

His gaze meticulously surveyed the surrounding environment.

Moments later, he finally spoke softly.

"Though it looks no different than reality, if observed closely... some subtle differences can still be perceived."

"So, is this a dream?"

"Indeed, only by entering a dream... could one probably sneak past the watchful eyes of the three in my house and move discreetly to Shuhan."

Shiayar looked at the girl sitting in a duck position on the bed in front of him.

Even though Shiayar had seen through the disguise, she continued to stare straight at Shiayar.

In her sky-blue beautiful eyes, light flickered with undisguised reminiscence and longing.

"Because you bear no enmity toward me, coupled with the fact that your presence in my subconscious is inherently that of a friend and companion whom I can trust..."

"So your entry into my dream didn’t trigger a subconscious counterattack."

Shiayar looked at the pure white snowfield wrapped in silver outside the window, the swaying silver fir forest in the distance, and the Northern Territory reindeer herd crossing the ice field further away.

"You know of the Garden of Eden’s existence, but you’ve never truly entered it, hence you’re clueless about the scenery and decoration inside... So you changed the dream environment, using that snowfield in Ceylon as replacement, claiming it to be Enola’s mind landscape."

"Here, it resembles the real Ceylon view identically... So at first, I was truly somewhat indulged without realizing."

"You must have truly visited the Northern Territory, seeing the Ceylon ruins buried under snow and wind, also my and Ennie’s hometown..."

"Thus, you could create such realistic Ceylon scenery..."

Shiayar glanced at the snowy scenery outside, a trace of nostalgia flickering in his eyes: "Thoughtful indeed."

"If Ennie really created an inherent barrier, the realization of her mind’s scenery conjured into reality should be this vast boundless snowfield."

After quite some time, he finally retracted his gaze, refocusing on the golden-haired girl with her head hanging low before him.

"Having abilities to enter dreams and weave dreamscapes, and still being deemed trustworthy as a friend and companion in my subconscious."

"Among the females I know, there are only two who fit this."

"Though Dyres is the Succubus Queen with the ’Dreamscape Genesis’ innate talent, given her rank, even if my subconscious didn’t strike back, completing such an act under Ennie and Silvia Babe’s noses would be excessively difficult."

"Moreover, with a possessive and overbearing queen around, I believe Dyres wouldn’t dare do this in front of her direct superior..."

Shiayar couldn’t help but smile.

"So—"

"Are you Ye?"

He paused slightly in his speech.

"Of course, if you dislike this childhood name, I can address you as Her Highness Augustina instead."

...

In the spacious room, a momentary silence prevailed.

Only the howling sound of the snowstorm echoed outside the house.

No one knows how long it was after, but the faint night quietly enveloped the entire room.

"Indeed, no matter how I design it, I can’t hide it from you in the end."

"No need—"

"I prefer you calling me Ye over Her Highness Augustina..."

"No, not just prefer, I actually like it very much."

The night veiled like a hazy thin gauze, making it hard to distinguish true features within.

And when that faint night receded, the true visage of the girl inside could be seen.

With black hair and a black dress, beneath a flawless and exquisite face, there were those crimson gold eyes.

Beautiful and dignified, if a being of slightly lower rank was gazed at by these golden eyes, fear would likely ensue, surrendering to the overwhelming Dragon’s Might in an instant.

However, in front of Shiayar, the authority of those golden dragon eyes flashed by fleetingly.

The girl in the black dress stood dazedly facing Shiayar, those golden eyes brimming with myriad surging, indescribably complex hues.

Leader and founder of the Dark Night Council, ruler of the Dark World of the Western Continent, Queen of the Night, Augustina.

And, also Shiayar’s 4th Soul Pact contractual counterpart, Dragon of the Night.