Dungeon Of Pride, Laplace

Chapter 918- Ominous Dream (2)

Everything from his trousers to boot was fashioned from supple leather that had been treated to withstand even the harshest conditions and crafted with care, tailored to fit him perfectly by the skilled hands of the Forest Spring Spirits.

The clothes not only enhanced his looks but also gave him a formidable presence.

"I suppose I should thank Daphne as well," Simon replied, glancing down at his own outfit with a rare smile.

"She certainly knows how to dress someone for a festival."

Irene chuckled softly "Yes, she does. It's nice to see you in something other than your usual battle gear."

As they sat together, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the festival, the tension of the past battles seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of calm and belonging.

The laughter of children, the distant music, the sight of couples dancing under the lanterns—everything seemed to slow down, allowing them a moment of reprieve.

For a brief moment, all tension and fatigue washed away from them and they became two people enjoying the beauty and simplicity of a place they fought so hard to protect. They felt a sense of peace they hadn't felt in a while.

In the distance, the festival was going in full swing. The plaza continued to fill with more villagers, dryads and other visitors of the floor.

Time passed by... the plaza was bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, casting a golden glow over everything.

The music slowed to a more intimate pace, and the couples dancing in the centre of the plaza all turned to look at him. Before Simon could realise something he felt a tug on his right hand.

"Will you dance with me?" Irene spoke holding his right hand. Her azure blue eyes which were usually cold, held slight expectation, slight embarrassment in them.

This was the first time she asked Simon for a dance. Every year whenever it was the occasion, it would be him asking her for a dance.

"I had a good partner"...

As Simon turned around to lead Irene back to their seats, a shadow appeared in front of him. It was Bea, she stood before him, confused and embarrassed.

"M-Master, w-will you dance with me?" Her voice came out wavery.

A Valkyrie and a Night Amazoness known for their fierceness was this timid when it came to dancing. If an enemy who faced Bea saw this scene they would never be able to believe this scene.

Irene looked at Bea's nervous and indecisive self and smiled.

"I am going to sit down, so why don't you fulfil this lady's wish"

She grabbed Bea's shoulder, pushing her forward "Hehe, it seems you are going to be busy".

Simon didn't understand her at first but when he saw the long queue of people lining behind Bea to dance with him, he understood why she was laughing at him.

"Haha" Simon gave a dry laugh and danced with all of them one by one. By the time he was done, the festival was almost coming to an end.

"Haah..." Having retired to his room in the forest spirit village, he gave a deep sigh. Usually, for a Demon Marquess like him who possessed many restorative skills, sleep wasn't something they required.

However, when Simon fell on the bed, he felt all the tiredness his skill couldn't remove, come overwhelming him all at once. Within a few seconds, he was already asleep.

Inside the house in another room, Irene's body twitched as she slept, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Her face was creased with distress, and her breath came in shallow gasps.

It was clear that whatever dream she was having, it was far from peaceful.

Inside her dreams, Irene stood in the midst of a desolate landscape—a vast land of ice and snow, frozen in a perpetual winter.