124 Witch Flower Garden Dreamer 4 at Episode 124 (1/2)
There's just a flickering dance.
In a gazebo in the middle of a flower garden, I - Mary was drinking tea.
A handsome butler, Ronnie, is serving me.
What's on the table, in this world? It's a mirror that shows how it is. There, my brother, Larna, and his partner, Prine, are shown.
Usually, I could only see them while they were in the dungeon, but now they weren't.
- That's my room.
What is reflected in the book is how I sleep in the bed in my room.
And beside it, you're taking my hand to sleep and crying, brother.
I pointed my mouth at Ronnie, the handsome butler.
”Hey, I don't want to see this”
Ronnie stayed smiling,
”But, Master Mary. It would be better if you could take a good look at Larna's thoughts.”
”I don't need to see this. I know. That your brother cares about me.”
”How are you?”
Of course. I've seen my brother's adventures in the dungeon.
Larna enjoys exploring the dungeon - and it will look that way from others. No, actually, that's right.
Your brother enjoys adventure.
But I suffer more than that.
Cause, of course, me.
Your brother's working hard to wake me up.
Even at night, you can't sleep much, but you look fine and dive into the dungeon every day.
I wish I had some more rest.
Thanks to Prine, I think I've got a little extra time, but your brother will be ahead of me as he is...
In the mirror, Larna is crying.
I can only see the side of it from here.
Wake up now, ”What are you crying about, brother e a fairy figure.
I can't really remember what I've been through. Sure, in the flower garden, it's like I was having tea with a handsome guy -.
But I know what I need to do.
This is the 21st layer of the dungeon.
And just now, your brother and Prine, who defeated the evil spirit possessed by a giant horse, are about to descend the stairs to the 22nd floor.
I'm going to speak up.
Prine notices my presence, but she looks at me in surprise.
- Good luck, brother.
My brother looked back.
”-Mary?”
”Yeah. It's me, Larna, brother”
”No, why...?
”I don't know what it is, but I'm like a fairy right now. Because she's cute, I guess.”
”Say what... No, but that graffiti, it's really Mary...?
”That's why I am. Oh, he doesn't seem to have time for anything. Uh, I don't know, because I'm fine. Because I'm having fun over there. Don't worry, brother!
”How are you, you sleeping all the time? And don't even breathe, don't even eat rice!
”Uh, yeah. Looks like I am, but I'm totally mundane over here. Tea and cookies are delicious. Some of them are handsome.”
”Huh!? No, I don't know what that means! Over here or over there, what do you mean!
”Right. You don't know what that means, do you? Neither do I. Uh... uh, no. You're fluffy as if you had a mojo in your head”
Prine, stay put,
”Um, you know, Mary? You know, you know,”
Even though the tricks were mostly absent, the questions were really accurate.
”Where are you now?
Your brother turned to Prine,
”No, where, Mary (?) is here now -”
I block.
”No, brother. That question, Prine, that question is very good! Uh, I'm in the flower garden in my dreams right now, I think.”
”In a dream...? A flower garden? What do you mean??
Confused brother.
But Prine, next door, gives a serious look and makes an even better confirmation.
”In the flower garden in your dreams, you're eating tea and cookies? - You locked your consciousness in different spaces, or you're showing that kind of hallucination to the sleeping spirit, then it's not weird that the surgeon is in the same space... Um, Mary. Anyone else besides the handsome one?
”Yeah... like I was there, like I wasn't there...”
”Do you remember anything else?
To Prine's question, I felt like Moya was clear in my head.
Yeah, nod.
”... I've been watching your brother and Prine. Yeah. Yeah. I've been watching you both my whole life.”
I, the fairy figure, flickered out in front of your brother's face.
”I know you don't have to say it now, but you do. - Brother. Don't be in a hurry, hurry up and help me.”
I don't see my brother's face then.
Ha, and then I shudder, and I shudder.
”I know, silly...”
I cried.