This is My Heroic Path

Medea looked at An Zhiyu's still-shocked expression with some unease, and watched the cold sweat on his forehead running down his neck, and hurriedly got up, picked up a towel from the table beside him, and gently wiped the cold sweat on An Zhiyu's neck .

An Zhiyu nodded in despair: "I had a terrible dream..."

That dream was so real that it still left a deep impression on me when I woke up.

The blood touched by his hand in the dream, and the eerily silent hall, the howling wind like a devil.

All of these things come to mind just by closing your eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, Master." Medea put a towel over Anzhiyu's head, knelt on the floor with round knees, stretched out her hand to hug Anzhiyu's head, as if comforting a child, gently stroking his head.

"It's okay...I'm still here."

An Zhiyu raised his head and looked at Medea's flawless face.

It was the first time for him to look at this girl so carefully, she looked pure and pleasant, from her pure face, it was really difficult to connect Medea in her girlhood with the future "witch".

Smelling the fragrance of the girl's body, An Zhiyu's eyes were extremely complicated, and he couldn't help shouting softly: "Medea..."

Sensing An Zhiyu's gentle and helpless gaze, Medea buried her face and gave a soft "hmm": "What's the matter?"

"The towel you wiped my face with is a rag." An Zhiyu looked at Medea complicatedly and said.

Medea's eyes widened, and she grabbed the towel on An Zhiyu's head and looked carefully, her cheeks flushed immediately, and she bowed her head shyly to apologize: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be the Master——"

When she lowered her head, her forehead collided with An Zhiyu's head, Medea apologized even more anxiously, and hurriedly stepped back.

When he got up in a panic, his round and flexible buttocks just hit the table behind him, and the water glass smashed to the floor, which was especially ear-piercing in the silent night.

"Sorry, sorry! I'll take care of it right away!" After Medea finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head and put the glass residue on the floor on the rag, ready to take it out together.

"Be careful, don't cut yourself." An Zhiyu said with a helpless smile, the shock from the nightmare just now relaxed a lot.

An Zhiyu quietly watched Medea lower her head to deal with the glass residue, and slowly, the scene that appeared in the dream flashed through her mind again.

The smile on his face also slowly faded.

"Master, let me find a place to throw these things first." After Medea finished speaking, she hugged the rag and fled the bedroom in a panic.

An Zhiyu leaned against the head of the bed, sitting in the dark, listening to the silence of the night.

"Merlin, are you in the room?" He suddenly asked softly.

"No."

"Stop joking!" An Zhiyu was so angry that he threw the pillow somewhere.

"Arthur, you should also consider my reputation. In the middle of the night, I, a big man, ran into your room to spy on you sleeping. How is it decent to spread the word?" Merlin who was standing in the corner smiled and caught the pillow .

"The dream I had just now was you playing tricks?" An Zhiyu asked.

"Not."

Merlin smiled and put the pillow back on the bed, looked down at him: "That's not a dream, Arthur."

"That's a dream! How could Master die?!" An Zhiyu grabbed Merlin's collar.

Merlin looked down at An Zhiyu's slightly trembling hands, and smiled treacherously: "You are shaken."

Yes, An Zhiyu was shaken.

Everything in the dream was too real, he seemed to be able to touch the warm blood after waking up, as well as the gradually disappearing body temperature of Scathach.

It was indeed a dream, but perhaps it was also reality.

This is not the first time that An Zhiyu has communicated with his master or other people by means of dreams.

It's just that An Zhiyu subconsciously wanted to escape, he hoped that it was a dream of his own, and he would forget the dream after waking up, and everything would return to normal.

Ke Merlin appeared in this room.

This unreliable court mage will only appear in front of others with brilliance at critical junctures, like justice delayed, like a protagonist.

Damn it, Merlin stole all the limelight... An Zhiyu is still in the mood to joke at this moment.

"Master is dead?" An Zhiyu asked softly.

"How could it be?" Merlin smiled brightly. "She is the queen of the Kingdom of Shadows. She stepped into the God Realm alone. She is an immortal being. How could she die?"

An Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me just say, how could Master die—"

"But she was indeed dead in the dream." Merlin suddenly smiled, "But fortunately, I'm here."

An Zhiyu slowly turned his head to look at Merlin. The white-haired mage smiled as usual, and said, "The curse on Miss Scathach comes from her punishment for stepping into the God's Domain with a human body. In other words, if the God's Domain Gods in the world, there is a way to unravel her curse."

"The Age of Gods hasn't faded yet, Arthur." Merlin said meaningfully.

"You mean, Master's curse is now lifted?" An Zhiyu's voice suddenly became extremely calm, with the texture of ice cubes hitting a glass.

"No." Merlin shook his head.

"But she only needs to go to God's Domain again, and she will be able to solve it." He added.

"God's Domain?" An Zhiyu repeated.

"Don't look at me, I don't know where it is, probably only your master, that battle madman, will know that place." Merlin waved his hands hurriedly.