Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 831 Is your intuition very sharp?

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Gloria was somewhat tempted, but still shook her head hesitantly: "Mr. Ling seems to be very busy."

"It's okay. Lingge is a very good person. Although you can't tell from his appearance, he actually cares about others. Besides, Yieta will be happy to see you." Saint Xia Liya said, looking up at the door: "Look, Lingge is already there waiting for you."

When Gloria heard this, she subconsciously looked up and saw that the young man had stopped outside the door with his back to the two of them. It seemed that he was indeed waiting for her to follow him, but he didn't say a word, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.

"He's just not very good at expressing his concern." Saint Xia Liya lowered her voice and whispered in Gloria's ear: "He is the one who takes the initiative to care about everyone, but everyone always thinks he is the passive one. In Alice's words, this seems to be called... tsundere?"

"Is that right?"

Gloria looked at Ling'er's back, feeling somewhat confused. In her impression, Ling'er, the young man who saw through her dual personality when they first met, who always got to the point when discussing plans with her, and who always remained distant and calm at the party at Xiaoliang Palace, turned out to be this kind of person?
Why does it feel like he has two personalities?

"That's it." Saint Xia Liya nodded seriously, and then added: "However, when you get familiar with Ling Ge, you will get used to this kind of thing."

"It's a habit..."

Gloria was thoughtful. This word was actually very unfamiliar to her. She seemed to have never developed any habits in her life since she could remember. Because the so-called habit was something fixed and unchanging, but her life was just the opposite, always changing. Identity and memory would change, so would the way of thinking, thinking logic, and behavior style. Some of these aspects were even contradictory.

Ling Ge deadpanned, “That’s all acting.”

Saint Xia Liya said, and naturally took Gloria's hand and led her to Lingge. She said to the young man who had been waiting outside the hotel for several minutes: "Lingge, can you take Gloria to meet Yieta and take her to get familiar with Yunjingkong Island? I think it would be more appropriate to leave this matter to you."

Could it be that this was a wrong choice? I shouldn't have let Lingge take care of her. Maybe it would be more appropriate for me to do it myself?

Someone's sneer came from her mind, but Gloria pretended not to hear it. She smiled and nodded to Saint Xia Liya: "Well, I am also looking forward to that day."

Ling Ge turned and left, and Gloria quickly picked up her skirt to follow him. She was still wearing the dress she wore to the party, which was not very convenient in the environment of Yunjingkong Island. Fortunately, the streets had been paved before she went to the island, otherwise she would have been even more embarrassed. Saint Xia Liya looked at the back of the gray-haired girl, complaining that "Mr. Ling Ge really has no sympathy for women" while following the young man step by step, and suddenly felt not so good.

The world is so unpredictable, life changes without reason, like a dream, but also like a fog. Gloria no longer expects to develop any habits. Her only hope is to adapt to life in Yunjingkong Island as soon as possible, and not to cause trouble to everyone here. The third princess Gloria is okay, like detective Gloria is undoubtedly the type that is most likely to cause trouble. Unfortunately, this is not something she can control, it is completely determined by the curse.

"Okay." Gloria held out her hand to him: "Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Ling."

"How weak."

How can a person with a constantly changing and conflicting self possibly develop such a thing as a habit?
Just like when she was still the unknown detective Gloria in the Seven Stars, she always liked to imitate the clothes and dress of the great detective, wearing a plaid cape and deerstalker hat, holding a pipe in her mouth, and enjoying the fun of asking and answering questions with her assistant "Peanut". But as the third princess, she completely threw those things behind her. She didn't like the plaid cape and deerstalker hat, and she couldn't imitate the posture of the great detective holding a pipe. And the assistant Peanut ran away to who knows where. When she lost her identity as the third princess and became another Gloria with an unknown identity, she would like some new things and hate other new things at the same time.

"Acting?" Gloria seemed to understand this word very well and nodded in agreement. "I see. I think I understand. Let's go, Mr. Ling."

I almost forgot that Gloria in front of me is a royal noble. She doesn't deliberately put on airs, but this noble and elegant temperament, pursuing etiquette and manners, is naturally revealed from her bones. Perhaps it is also the basic requirement to maintain the personality of Her Royal Highness the Third Princess.

But her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and no one caught it. Linger looked at her face, then looked down at her hand, expressionless. Saint Xia Liya asked curiously, "What does this mean, Gloria?"

The young man's answer was simple: "Yes."

The image of the meticulous yet unpredictable detective girl in the Seven Stars Disk area emerged in his mind, and then compared with the princess in front of him who regarded the cumbersome aristocratic etiquette as physical instinct, such a drastic difference made Lingge feel that the power and curse of the spiritual kingdom were really complicated. Among all the girl kingdoms, it was perhaps second only to Leticia's reincarnation curse. These two curses, one would continuously accumulate false memories, and the other would continuously clear existing memories. The better thing about Gloria than Leticia was that at least when she changed her identity, she did not have to endure the pain of death.

He said to Gloria, "Let's go then."

It turned out to be the case.

"Is that so?" Gloria blinked, slowly withdrew her hand, and said, "That's a pity, although I don't really mind whether you are a knight or not, Mr. Linger. Just like you are not a noble, but you performed with ease at the professor's party, didn't you?"

However, when Leticia forgot her memories, she may have also forgotten the pain of death; and when Gloria keeps accumulating memories, is it equivalent to accumulating the negative emotions of each identity when she was alive? From this perspective, the mental damage she suffered may be greater than the physical damage. Is the other personality White Night born from the curse the embodiment of this pain?
Lingge was silent for a moment, and finally could only answer: "I am not a knight."

"Eh?" Her Highness the Third Princess seemed surprised, her eyes slightly widened: "Shouldn't Mr. Ling hold my hand and lead the way for me, like a true knight? This should be a standard social etiquette, right? Did I misunderstand?"

"Then let's go. Lingge has been waiting for you for a long time."

She thought seriously.

……

There was no conversation along the way. Walking on the wooden plank road leading to the windmill tower, Gloria observed the surrounding environment with great interest. Behind her was the forest she had come from. The eaves of the Fairy Sleeping Inn were revealed in the shade of green. In the distance, the outline of the herb garden could be vaguely seen. The stone guards and the rotten wood goblins were working hard. From time to time, the noisy sounds of magic herbs could be heard. There were also noble and beautiful crystal deer spirits cruising between the shadows of trees and hills, a scene full of vitality. Looking in another direction, also deep in the forest, a winding forest path led to a clear pool of water. Nearby was a mysterious workshop building. The figures of two white horses flashed through the forest from time to time, startling the squirrels on the trees and causing them to scream in panic. The birds fluttered and flew up, scattering feathers all over the sky.

At the junction of the two forests, on a flat and open space, a two-story church-style building rose from the ground. Compared with ordinary churches, it lacked a certain solemnity and majesty, but it added a lot of life. The main door of the church was open, because there was no need to worry about theft on Yunjingkong Island. When passing by the door, Gloria took a curious glance and happened to meet the holy and merciful goddess statue on the altar. She felt a deep calmness from His eyes, as if a lake deep in the ancient forest had been precipitated by years, which had the power to purify people's hearts, and gradually calmed her uneasy mood due to her first visit to a strange place.

The shadow of Tianxin Church gradually disappeared from sight. Gloria withdrew her gaze and fixed it on the back of the young man in front of her. He was still focused on moving forward and did not even consider the girl behind him and slowed down his pace a little.

As Saint Shallia thought, Lingge was not a qualified tour guide. Although he could keenly perceive the throbbing emotions in others' hearts, he could not quickly close the distance like Alice by relying on his familiar temperament and shameless character; although he was willing to care about others, he could not easily open the hearts of others by relying on gentle tone and tolerant mind like Saint Shallia. All his active care seemed clumsy and stiff, like a child who had not yet learned how to love, but it was not because he was too slow, on the contrary, it was because he was too sensitive that he seemed so restrained.

But surprisingly, Gloria was able to adapt to this kind of personality, even without waiting until she was familiar with Lingge. Perhaps it was because she already had a very similar soul in her body.

"Bai Ye," she said to her other self, "don't you think Mr. Linger is very similar to you?"

"I don't think so." Bai Ye said coldly, with almost no hesitation. It was more like a denial for the sake of denial than a conclusion drawn after careful consideration, as if he was covering up something.

Gloria didn't care after getting a negative answer. She suddenly said to the young man in front of her, "Mr. Ling, do you think you look alike to Bai Ye?"

"I don't think so." Lingge replied calmly, with almost no hesitation, which even made people suspect that he had already thought of the answer before hearing the question.

“Hahaha.” Gloria laughed silently, her eyebrows curved into crescents: “See, this is where they are similar.”

Bai Ye didn't say anything else, and Lingge just walked forward silently. Gloria raised her head and could already see a corner of the windmill tower. The huge windmill blades were slowly rotating in the wind that swept across the forest and the earth. White air flowed out from the trajectory of the rotating blades, depicting the dancing petals and leaves of primrose, gradually drifting towards the endless blue sky in the distance. The rising and falling dust was visible to the naked eye in the sunlight, and the atmosphere was so cozy and comfortable that it made people want to take a nap.

Ling Ge suddenly stopped and turned to the gray-haired girl who was looking at the sky and said, "Ms. Gloria, do you share senses with Miss Bai Ye?"

"Hmm?" Gloria looked away and blinked. For a moment she didn't quite understand what he meant.

Ling Ge had to explain in more detail: "I am talking to you now, can Miss Bai Ye hear you?"

"Yes, she can hear the sounds and see the scenes of the outside world. Except that she can't touch it in person, there is no difference between her and me in our sense of the world." Gloria asked curiously, "Do you have anything to say to her? In fact, you can tell her in person, but she may not be willing to come out. Bai Ye is the most stubborn person. Even I can't call her."

"No need." Ling Ge said, "I just want to tell her that I had a very strange dream last night."

"what?"

Is that all?
There is really no need to ask her out specially, but when did the relationship between Mr. Lingge and Bai Ye become so good that he even had to tell her about his dream. Or is there some special meaning hidden in it that I don’t know?

Gloria couldn't help asking, "What kind of dream is it, Mr. Linger?"

Hearing this, Linger looked at the girl with a rather strange look in his eyes: "You don't know?"

Gloria looked hesitant: "Should I know?"

Linger looked at her for a while before looking away and said calmly, "Nothing, I roughly understand. In this case, please tell her not to worry too much about Aoweila's affairs, because everyone has their own secrets, and I think she should be able to understand."

Hey, what’s going on? Why is he involved with Miss Avra ​​again?

What exactly happened when you were not aware of it?
"Bai Ye," Gloria quickly called out to another self in her mind: "Did you do something while I was asleep?"

"Humph."

The only answer she got was a cold snort, which showed that Bai Ye not only disdained to answer Gloria's question, but also disdained Ling's reminder - although she was also a little surprised, surprised by the young man's sharpness and straightforwardness.

In fact, she not only entered Saint Shallia's dream last night, but to be more precise, she entered everyone's dream, including Ieta who was not in the hotel and a certain injured nun. However, she was not so concerned about other people's dreams, and just observed them for a while. She was particularly careful about Saint Shallia, and even appeared in her dream, reaching a certain consensus with her. The reason did not need to be explained too clearly, she had her own considerations, and Gloria, a useless little waste, just had to do what she said.

However, two things happened to her that surprised her. The first was that when she was waiting to enter Olvera's dream, she found that the girl had not slept all night. She looked very sleepy, but she had no intention of resting. In order to find out whether she was just holding on, Bai Ye took the risk of getting closer to observe, and found that Olvera had no dream aura at all. In other words, this girl who looked weak on the outside had never had a dream in her long life?

Another thing that surprised her happened just now, that is, Lingge actually noticed that she had sneaked into his dream. She thought she had been very careful and did not leave any traces. For the dreamer, the faint sense of dislocation should be like an illusion, which should disappear quickly after waking up. But how did the young man in front of him catch it?

Some things cannot be explained simply by keen intuition.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)