69 Episode 69: Flower Garden Dreamer (1/2)
In dreams of * * * *.
When I woke up, I was in the flower garden.
”... Munya?
Wake up the body that was lying down. Thank you. ”I was asleep here” seems to be the body...
”Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!
I stretched out as much as I wanted. My head is choked neatly.
But I have no idea.
Where am I?
When is it now?
The memory of this me - Mary Plata - is uncertain.
Sure, stay home, your brother's home, he's messed up, and...
I hear weird voices, and then I don't remember.
The surrounding area is a flower garden as far as you can see. I don't recognize a place like this. Where am I? No, no way.
”... heaven?
Hey, me, dead?
Then I'm convinced of this beautiful flower garden. The sun's rays are pouring down with you, you're pompous, and you're really comfortable.
”I wonder if there's an angel or something”
Even though I may have died, it's like I'm not upset. I'm a little surprised by that myself. Just a little. Because this warm space removes anxiety and fear from me and makes me feel very happy.
Yes - I was feeling happy right now, along with a clear mood.
The witch killed me.
”... that? Witch?”
Yes, it was. The last voice I heard. He named it ”The Witch of the North” or something.
I often put my arms together, leaned my neck, and thought,
”Well, come on”
You can't possibly tell if you think about it. Let's find an angel instead. If this is heaven, there must be.
I stood up and arrived just flickering around the area, and I walked out flustered.
It was right away.
As soon as I walked out, abruptly, a roofed table and bench - a gazebo appeared. It didn't come out all the time, it was as natural as it was there from the beginning. Maybe he didn't see it. Even though it's right in front of me.
Gazebo in the flower garden.
What a 'there is'.
Of course I'll go in.
”Wow.”
There was a beautiful teapot and cup. There are also cookies. This must be good to eat. Heaven.
Sitting on the bench - for the first time there, I realized that my clothes were the piece I was wearing just before I died - I took the cup lid and tilted the teapot. The inside is tea. As expected. Transparent red filled the cup, and I mocked at its scented goodness.
- It's a very expensive one, here.
Even when I drank it gracefully like a ”lady loud for tea,” the taste of slight bitterness and not too strong tea leaves was exquisite, and happiness passed through my tongue and throat. Tasty enough to tease.
”Wow...”
Breathe out unintentionally.
Next, I'll also get a cookie. Crisp soft teeth. Sweet enough to make my cheeks hurt, but not persistent. It goes well with tea.
”Hey... that's heaven...”
When I give my thoughts with a sense of uninterrupted happiness,
”This is not heaven, my lady.”
And I heard a cool voice in my ear.
”How about a replacement?
Turning around, a beautiful young man with blonde hair, dressed as if he had shaped the concept of 'aesthetic shape', was wearing the butler's clothes, holding a teapot and smiling with a grin. Unexpectedly fingering me.
”Angel, there he is”
”No, sir.”
Dust.
”This is not heaven, my lady.”
Beautiful lips that utter the same words as earlier. Its swinging voice makes my ears seem pregnant.
”You're loose, aren't you?
”- Ha.”
I squeezed my sloppy face and saw the youth butler again. Cool. That's so cool. It's so cool I can't look straight at it. Dazzling. The sun or you.
”This is...”
The sun spoke.
”In your dreams. Mr. Mary.”
They say, look directly at the blonde young man.
”In a dream?
”Yes.”
Dust.
”My Lord, the Witch of the North - no, rightly, by the magic of the 'Witch of Time' you are now asleep”
”... but I'm awake”
”You are now asleep. Is that good?
”... Yes”
I couldn't help but smile.
”My name is Ronnie Mann. By the life of the Lord, I am in charge of your service. See you later.”
”It's Mary Plata...”
Dust.
”This place is in a dream. It is a gift given to you by my Lord.”
”No, I don't need that, so I just want you to wake me up.”
”Tea, don't you want more?
”I'd like a drink.”
”Cookies, how much do you want?
”Please”
”Are you here a little longer?
”Yes.”
”Well, let me show you this.”
When Beautiful Youth Deacon Ronnie showed her hand, there was a big mirror there.
It happened at some point. Definitely not until just now. But it existed naturally, like it had been there since the beginning.
Because it's in a dream. There's a lot going on, isn't there?
Or that's not the problem. It was shown there.
”With your brother, Prine......?
It's an early piece of equipment, and two of them were about to enter the dungeon.
Ronnie opens her mouth.
”Exactly. These two will now dive into the dungeon to save you.”
”Oh, no, why?