Teresa won't starve

At this time, do you want to agree to her without hesitation?Or find a suitable reason to reject her?

645 "A meeting in a dream"

Just as Alyssa was thinking about what reason she should use to reject Teresa's "peek-a-boo" invitation, she suddenly heard commotion from people gathered in twos and threes not far away.

According to Alyssa's experience, the reason for this kind of situation is that it may be attacked by some unknown force; but this kind of situation is relatively rare, so to a large extent, it should be that the organizer has come to the scene.

Sure enough, as the guests consciously stood aside, a relatively open space was separated, so that even Alisa who was in the corner could clearly see that the face who had come to the center of the venue at some time A woman wearing a butterfly mask and a gorgeous dance dress.

She made a simple dress-up ceremony that almost any girl would know how to do, but it would not make people feel rude because of its simplicity.

"Welcome everyone to this 'Dream Tea Party' hosted by me." The woman dressed like an aristocratic lady raised her head again after finishing the skirt ceremony, and stared at everyone with a gaze that was obviously level but made people feel like they were being looked down on: "Perhaps you did not come to this tea party voluntarily. Some were curious, vigilant, and didn't know why. Here, I sincerely apologize for that."

It was obvious that he was saying an apology, but there was no sign of regret in it at all.

Shows a sophistication that's not the first time it's been done.

Of course, from a practical point of view, if you can get forgiveness with just an apology, then the world is basically no different from heaven.

But the guests who should have at least raised some objections, nodded after hearing the hostess's words, and seemed to agree with her approach, which made people wonder if they were collectively brainwashed.

But that's not the case—

"They just couldn't help themselves."

Teresa grabbed Alisa's wrist with one hand to keep her from leaving her side; the other grabbed the sweet cream cake and put it into her mouth, tasting the dreamlike taste.

That's right, the food processing technology in the mainland of Hersius is really bad.But don't forget that this is a dreamland, and the food that appears in the dream exists as pure fantasy.

To put it simply, it is as delicious as imagined, as delicious as it actually is.

So Teresa did not refuse such a delicacy - not because she was greedy!

"So... hmm?"

The hostess originally wanted to directly announce that 'the tea party is officially starting now', but after scanning her eyes, she found that not everyone is like a doll and is dominated by this dream, and there is still an exceptional individual who is doing irrelevant things.

Then the words changed to: "Please allow me to walk away for a while. Also, I wish you all a good time."

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about the reaction of these tool people, picked up a goblet filled with bright red liquid, and walked to the only place that was incompatible with everyone here.

Then sit directly opposite Theresa.

......

One continued to eat the cake as if no one else was there, while the other sipped the red wine gracefully.

The two sides looked like unrelated people doing their own things, but only the hostess knew—she was waiting for the child on the other side to speak first.

However, the other party's patience seemed too good, and the hostess, who was a little bored, could only ask questions first:

"Can you tell me how you did it?"

"...You mean, what?"

While swallowing the food in his mouth, his tone paused, and at the same time, he pulled his head back a little distance, avoiding the inexplicably extended hand of the hostess.

"of course--"

The hostess who couldn't touch Teresa's hair felt a little pity. It was the first time she had seen pink hair, and she never thought that pink hair could be so beautiful.

However, in order to avoid increasing Teresa's resentment towards herself, the hostess had no choice but to put her hand back to the original position: "Keep yourself in this dream."

"Don't you already know the answer?"

No matter what the mistress's intentions were, it was impossible for Teresa to tell her the truth.

"I already know?"

"That's right! Aren't you sober yourself?"

"——!? Hehehe..."

The hostess was surprised by the answer, and could only smile and shook her head: "Because this is my dream, so I can stay awake."

"But even if it is your own dream, it is difficult for ordinary people to stay awake."

"So! I really want to know! How on earth did you stay awake in my dream?"

646 "Secret"

Teresa didn't answer this question, but just reminded her in a silent way: If you want to know the answer, it depends on your ability.

"..."

The hostess looked at Teresa quietly for a while, as if she wanted to see through the little girl.

It's a pity that she couldn't see through anything except this illusory cuteness on the surface.

"Maybe I should remind you of something!"

The hostess put down the empty goblet, put her hands on the table and stood up.

With the movement of her standing up, the entire scene of the tea party, which was originally as beautiful as a spring afternoon, suddenly became eerie and weird like it was getting dark.

And those guests who were originally brightly colored seemed to be participants of a masquerade party at this time. They were all hidden in the darkness and turned into jet-black silhouettes, chatting in whispers there.

From a distance, it looks like a group of ghosts praying for indescribable whispers.

This scene is like a horror movie scene, enough to make a timid person feel fear from the heart, or frighten a bold person who is afraid of ghosts.

However, although Teresa was also afraid of these things, she could sit here and eat so calmly because she understood that these were illusions, and they were just means created by the other party to scare her.

He even raised his head sideways and challenged him: "Tell me?"

"Here is my dream! If you want to leave here, you must listen to me!"

The voice of the hostess became louder and louder, and the body also changed into a huge and indescribable shadow, which almost completely covered Theresa's vision, causing her to blink unconsciously.

When it opened again after a moment, Teresa realized that Alisa beside her had disappeared, and she was also standing in a dimly colored auditorium.

Although bright, but only one person.

Others, including the hostess, did not know where they had gone.

......

"Playing this trick with me?"

Teresa stood there speechless for a while, she didn't expect that what she had played before would be used against her by others, it was really dumbfounding.

Even Teresa had to admit that if it was someone else, she would probably be numb by now (Note).

It's a pity that these are leftovers from Teresa's play. It's not difficult to find the hostess!

"I didn't expect it to be used so soon."

Teresa looked down at the two knives tied on the left side of her waist, and pulled out Jizo Yuhun with little hesitation.

As for Inu Chito... Teresa doesn't plan to touch it until she knows the specific use.

Putting the pitch-black demon sword upright in front of him, and staring at the sword that is always by his side even though it is an imitation, this is a partner far more trustworthy than anyone else.

Because in a way, the knife is herself.

"I don't know how much power I can keep."

Teresa shook her head and didn't think about it anymore.

With a wave of his right hand, forcefully——

cut!

......

This is a strange room.

It was pitch black all around, only a beam of light in the middle shone from the top of the head.Light up a round table below, so that the hostess sitting at the round table can clearly see the tea set on the table.

Sitting across the table was a blond girl with a single ponytail and dull eyes.

If this kind of scene was changed to another place, some people would probably think it was an interrogation room, right?

The premise is to ignore those people who are bending forward and hanging in the air around the two of them; if you can observe carefully at this time, you will find that those are the guests you have seen at the ball before.

"I ask, you answer."

"..."

The hostess didn't care about Alyssa's silence.

She said this just to set a rule for this dream. Once the rule is established, unless it can break the dream, even she herself must abide by this rule.

However, since she is the only one who can ask questions at present, she can be regarded as overriding this rule to a certain extent.

"Who are you? What's your name? Where do you come from?"

"My name is, Alyssa, Alyssa Kirchstein, from, from..."

Alyssa is like a repeater, constantly repeating 'from'.

And her body is also like a blurry video, as if it will collapse or disappear at any time.

But with a snap of the hostess' fingers, Alyssa returned to normal.

Even further, even the image has changed, the clothes have become a more luxurious style, and the hair is shorter than now, but the braided hairstyle makes people feel extremely refreshing.

Her eyes were also sharper and colder than before.

"Oh?"

The hostess was surprised by this change, but didn't expect it to happen.

After all, this is her dreamland, and it is impossible for Alyssa to resist her, so she just exclaimed, and let Alyssa continue to answer:

"My name is Eileen, Eileen Passett... Leticia."

Bang!

The hostess patted the table and stood up as if shocked: "What did you say your name is!?"

"Aileen Passett."

"What about the latter? The latter sentence!"

"..."

However, for some reason, the girl did not answer her question.

"..."

The hostess stood with her hands on the table for a while, and finally sat up again with a long sigh: "You just mentioned that your name is 'Alyssa', who is 'Alyssa'?"

"Alyssa, yes, I—" The girl seemed to be caught in some kind of contradictory logic, and after a long pause, she reorganized her words: "Alyssa, is the second daughter of Hilles Passert. It is—"

A trace of struggle flashed in the girl's eyes, but she soon calmed down again: "Yes, Ailian's, sister."

647 "Who is louder than who?"

"You are the West Territory—"

Hiss!

Before the hostess finished speaking, she heard a sound from the right, as if the cloth was being torn apart forcefully, and then a crack appeared in the darkness on the right, and was quickly propped open by the hand squeezed out of the crack. (I suspect you are...)

There was a far brighter world behind the slit, and a face she hadn't expected anyway.

"I am back again!"

"you--!?"

The hostess was also frightened and lost her voice for a moment, forgetting how to react at this time.

Instead, I gave Teresa some time to pass through the gap where she was almost sent, and came to this world with only a small patch of light, and walked towards the place where 'Alyssa' was sitting: "I'm here to bring back the mango that was lost in my house, do you have any objection?"

"You!!!" The hostess stopped between her and 'Alyssa' without even thinking about it, and asked her with an incredulous face: "How could you come here? How did you do it? This is my dream!"

Teresa didn't answer her directly, but said a slightly literary line: "We pulled out the rotating gear and screwed it back in. What is it for?" (Note)

"What, what do you mean?"

"It means that your question is completely meaningless. Don't think that this is your dream, and you are omnipotent."