As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

——The fifth door is a huge monster with wings.

——The sixth door is the deep starry sky.

In addition to these six doors, there is a small door filled with thick black fog standing there alone.

It looked out of place with the other doors, and the door seemed to be blocked by a thick black fog, it was not open, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Is there a total of six doors... This behemoth should be a dragon."

In this world, it was the first time for the silver-haired girl to see a real dragon.

The dragon in Angelina's previous memory fragment had been hovering high in the sky and hadn't flown down, so it wasn't clear at all.

This dragon allowed her to see a complete picture, but because she was in a dream, she didn't know if it counted.

"who are you?"

A voice suddenly came from behind her.

She turned around hastily and saw a little girl behind her.

The little girl looked to be only 10 years old, covered in shabby clothes, standing there with bare feet, holding a teddy bear in her hand.

The bear doll looks dirty and has been abused, and the cotton in its body has leaked out.

"I'm Egwene."

The silver-haired girl vaguely guessed the other party's identity, and squatted down in front of the little girl:

"Egwen Garcia...is this your dreamland?"

"I don't understand."

The little girl looked up at her, and answered blankly:

"Dream? What is a dream?"

"Is your name Janet?"

Because the other party was so innocent and cute, even though she knew she was a witch, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but reached out and touched her head:

"I've seen you grow up."

Who knows this model, there will be a problem immediately!

The little girl's body suddenly turned black after being touched.

At the same time, a terrifying red light appeared from both eyes!

A terrifying breath erupted from her body, and the surroundings seemed to be shocked, and all the crystals were rattling!

"Wow!"

The silver-haired girl stepped back hastily.

Strange to say, after she sensed the danger, a layer of pale golden light immediately appeared on her body surface.

This layer of golden light protected her, and she was not affected by the little girl's breath.

"Do not touch me!"

The darkened little girl screamed:

"Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me———————————!"

She clasped her head in her hands and cried out in pain.

Waves of dark air rushed outward from her feet, and Ai Wen was cornered in a blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

Covering her face with her arms, she looked at the little girl in surprise:

"Did I trigger some hidden settings..."

In the process of retreating, her left foot accidentally touched the seventh door.

Golden light burst!

The door that was originally shrouded in black fog suddenly moved, and slowly opened behind her.

"……Hey?"

The silver-haired girl suddenly felt that her back was empty.

The sense of balance that she usually practiced so hard seemed to lose its effect in this dream, and she couldn't help but fell towards the door!

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After a long fall, she finally touched the ground.

Probably because she could ignore the rules of physics in the dream, she was not seriously injured, and she couldn't even feel the slightest impact.

"Am I dangling?"

Looking down, his two feet actually slowly floated up from the ground, and his whole body floated into the air.

"...It's quite interesting."

She was at a loss at first.

This situation is very similar to a drowning person who cannot step on the bottom, which makes people feel panic involuntarily.

But after a while, I gradually felt interesting, and began to swim boldly in mid-air.

"It's like a flying game."

She groped for a way to move forward with something fresh in her heart:

"Up and down, left and right, forward and backward...it's no different from playing a simulation game."

Looking around, this dream world is very desolate.

There is a dark void all around, and nothing can be seen.

Only a little light flickered in the middle, so she slowly approached there from the air.

After getting close, it seems to be a small town below.

The silver-haired girl swam towards the town and saw a shiny house on the edge.

"Is that Janet?"

When she got to the house, she realized that it was not the house that was lit, but a 10-year-old girl.

Except for the little girl, the surrounding scenery is blurry, like an old black and white movie, with mottled film traces shining.

Only the place where the little girl passes will become colorful, as if activating the memory hidden deep in my heart.

"Mom, today is my birthday, why do you still refuse to accompany me?"

The little girl held a brown bear doll and asked her mother loudly.

Mom's face was a little unclear, but there was a soft glow, which made people feel very warm.

Hearing her daughter's words, she showed a loving smile.

Then he touched the little girl's head with his rough hands and said something softly.

Under the aggrieved gaze of the little girl, she opened the door and left the house slowly, with heavy and tired steps.

"—I hate my mother the most!"

The little girl threw herself on the bed and burst into tears.

In the evening, my mother came home.

She brought the little girl fresh barley bread, which was already the best food a poor family could eat.

But the little girl didn't appreciate it and didn't look at the bread on the plate.

She also threw the little bear doll to her feet as if venting, and stepped on it vigorously, getting angry at her mother while stepping on it.

Later, the little bear doll was trampled until the cotton was exposed, and the little girl went back to the room angrily, and closed the door firmly.

When she left, the mother bent down to pick up the bear and sighed.

——This is a birthday present for a little girl.

Because she has no money to buy finished products in the store, she can only make them by herself, and she spends a lot of effort on this.

In the middle of the night, she dragged her tired body and repaired the doll bit by bit.

But because the doll was damaged too badly, and only half of it was barely repaired, she couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep.

the next day.

The little girl hid on the bed deliberately, and refused to open the door no matter how her mother yelled.

When her mother left, she didn't go to see her off either.

The scene in front of the silver-haired girl gradually shifted, and she began to follow the little girl's mother, arriving at a large mill.

The mill in this small town is very special. The windmill is not driven entirely by wind power, but by magic.

A few white magic crystals are inlaid on the windmill, driving the large and small windmills to rotate, and then grinding the grain into bags of flour.

The little girl's mother was a worker for the miller, collecting and bagging the flour and carrying it to the wagon.

But today she is really tired.

She's just a normal, weak woman, not a physically strong man.

Years of high-intensity work, coupled with the overdraft of staying up late last night, made her feel a little trance.

Gritting his teeth and walking a dozen steps, he fell powerlessly beside the carriage.

A large amount of flour splashed out, and the horse pulling the cart was frightened, raised its hoof, and kicked her hard!

In the evening, the little girl did not wait for her mother to come back.

She is very hungry.

But because of anger, he didn't plan to eat the barley bread that his mother left for him.