I was raised in the simulator, and I’m really not a bad woman in Ark!

After taking off the blanket that the servant had put on him, Tracy stretched his body slightly, which was a little sore and tired from sleeping on the desk.

Finally, after a brief sense of relief and a brief relaxation of the brain, I recalled the name of the woman in my memory.

"Icarus Richard Serena Manchester?"

"Oh, Manchester, a family that completely disappeared in Victoria more than three hundred years ago. I actually had such a dream. Is this a coincidence of fate, or is someone playing tricks on me..."

"But... Victoria is indeed a good place to go."

After a week of continuous dreams, Tracys realized the change in his mentality, but fortunately he did not have the Originium skills like Theresa.

So even though Tracy was also slightly affected, the impact was ultimately limited to the dream... right?

……perhaps?

Although Tracy seemed to think so, he looked at the plan to blitz the Victoria capital, Londinium, which he had subconsciously planned and gradually improved in his spare time since five days ago.

Look at that crazy route and the ideas that seem to be dancing on the edge of a knife.

Tracy suddenly felt that he was not as unaffected by dreams as he had imagined.

But he thought it didn't matter.

As the regent, Tracy is at least now confident that he can tell the difference between dreams and reality. As for the future... that is a matter of the future.

And he also didn't think that this dream would be a means for the enemy to deal with him.

Through the inspection and confirmation of the Absolution Master and the Lord of the Royal Court, as well as Tracy's instinctive intuition, he was very sure that he was not targeted by any strange curse or Originium technique.

On the contrary, he benefited a lot from that real dream.

Although Tracy had no way to immediately apply the hundreds of years of experience he suddenly gained and the information he had about various aspects of society, military and technological development, internal affairs, etc.

But if Tracys is given enough time, he is confident that he can bring the Terra Union, which is based on the Second Empire of Kazdel, back to this world.

Compared to the barren Kazdel, perhaps the turbulent times and vacant throne of Londinium is a good start...

And this plan is indeed just right.

knock --

However, just as Tracy began to review in his mind the various forces and defense forces in the city of Londinium, as well as how to secretly take over Victoria with the least amount of manpower.

A dull knock on the door interrupted Tracy's thoughts.

"come in."

Tracy's calm and magnetic voice was heard, and after hearing this, the person outside the door directly opened the door of the Regent's office and walked in.

The person who came in was a Sarkaz wearing a black robe and a goat skull mask. In his hand, he held a staff that exuded an ancient and ominous aura, revealing his identity as the Patriarch of the Absolution.

"Greetings, Regent of the Sarkaz, you are still convincing today."

"Heh, just tell me why you're here, Patriarch of the Absolutioners. I don't think we have enough time to waste casually, do we?"

Faced with the goodwill shown by the Patriarch of the Absolution Division, Theresis sneered indifferently and waved his hand to signal the other party to just state the purpose of his visit.

To be honest, this organization is independent of the Sarkaz royal court, but has always been closely associated with the history and heritage of the Sarkaz.

Theresis disliked them very much.

If he had no reason to use the power and resources of the Pardoner at the moment, Tracy would not want to cooperate with this organization that had been hostile to him for two hundred years.

And even if he reached a cooperation with the Pardoner, Tracys still disliked these guys who liked to act first and report later.

Therefore, if there is an opportunity in the future, Tracy would not mind completely erasing this organization from the history of the Sarkaz.

But...at least not right now.

Now Tracy still needs the power of the Pardoner, whether it is to continue this meaningless civil war or for the subsequent plan against Victoria.

"Haha, that's right, great regent."

Looking at Theresis who was not treating him well, the Patriarch of the Absolution Division did not feel dissatisfied because of being hated. Instead, he smiled and affirmed Theresis' words.

Then he changed the subject, seemingly unintentional, but with sharp words between the lines:

"However, our great Regent King Tresis, if you do not make corresponding strategic changes in response to his recent behavior and deployment, we may lose this civil war that concerns the future of the Sarkaz tribe..."

Invisible magical fluctuations began to spread in the office. The patriarch showed his edge at this moment, but was hit by another more powerful magical fluctuation and momentum.

"Are you threatening me?"

The cold questioning, with amber eyes that were sharp enough to pierce the depths of the soul, stared directly at the Patriarch of the Absolution Division under his silver hair.

The cold gaze seemed even more eerie and gloomy against the backdrop of the sudden burst of terrifying aura, and in an instant the atmosphere in the entire office dropped to freezing point.

A silent confrontation took place in this small office as if in a frozen space.

To be honest, the Patriarch of the Absolution Division was quite surprised. After all, Theresis used to be dissatisfied or even dismissive of his words.

But now the patriarch felt a pressure and momentum from Theresis that he had never felt before, as if he was a king who was majestic without even getting angry.

But, this is very strange, after all, the current orthodox demon king is undoubtedly Theresa.

But this pressure seems to... no, this pressure comes from the king and it cannot be faked.

Therefore, the Patriarch silently looked at Theresis through the goat mask on his face, feeling the cold gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything about him and his soul.

In the end, the Patriarch chose to back down, not because he was afraid. Over the long years, he had met countless people and served different Sarkaz monarchs.

Although this level of pressure seemed terrifying to the Patriarch, it was still within his tolerance.

However, he began to look forward to what kind of surprises the regent he had to choose at that time would bring him. Perhaps Theresis would bring him unexpected rewards?

"I dare not, but that person has made many changes recently. The Absolution Master does not want you to lose this war, Your Majesty the Great Regent."

The Patriarch took the initiative to give up the confrontation with Theresis and further explained his ideas, putting himself in a lower position.

This is to show one's submission.

"...I am naturally aware of this matter. Please inform the Blood Demon Lord and the Lord of the Royal Court who supports me and ask them to come over. I have something important to discuss with them."

Theresis looked at the retreating Patriarch of the Absolution Division and did not do anything else. After all, it was not the right time yet, and the old man's show of weakness was only temporary.

He has more important things to do right now.

As for the changes in my sister...

He couldn't help but think of the information his hidden men had brought back to him before they were eliminated one by one from within the Tower of Babel, as well as the recent reforms and military redeployment within the Tower of Babel.

Obviously, the person who could do so much could not be the disgusting immortal who followed his sister, nor the military adviser.

Then the answer could only be his sister. In addition, no spy had left the Tower of Babel alive with intelligence recently...

Maybe... I'm not the only one affected by that 'dream'?

Oh, if that's true, it would be interesting.

Looking at the empty office after the Absolutioner Patriarch respectfully left, Theresis couldn't help but let out a playful smile.

"A 'dream' that is big enough to affect the future of the Sarkaz?"

"Hmm, that's interesting."

I might as well write a letter to my sister if this 'dream' really changed Theresa.

Perhaps this meaningless civil war can be stopped.

Thinking of this, Tracy took out a piece of paper and began to write slowly.

Chapter 71: The Oath on the Ferris Wheel Under the Stars

"Ah! Ahh!"

"Hmm..., who is talking about me?"

With the help of the staff, he and Arturo entered the Ferris wheel between morning and evening. Ekalos, who had just sat in his seat, suddenly sneezed twice.

The white fur is shaking, which looks very cute.

A pair of light golden eyes also looked watery and lively, like a little kitten.

However, when Arturo looked at the lovely Ekalos, there was no other thought in his eyes, only a hint of worry.

"Are you okay, Ikaros? Maybe you caught a cold?"

"Eh? No, I just felt like someone was talking about me..."

"Is that so? Well... never mind. You should put on my coat first. It will be a bit cold when the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point."

Arturo looked at Ekalos, who was wearing thin clothes in front of him, and after hesitating for a moment, he unbuttoned his coat, revealing the white shirt underneath, showing his beautiful and slightly immature figure to the silver-haired girl.

"This... this is not good. If you catch a cold because of me, Arturo, I will be very sad!"

Startled by Arturo's sudden act of taking off his clothes, Ekalos stood up and tried to stop Arturo who was sitting opposite him.

However, Arturo directly rejected her and half-forced her to put on the black and white coat.

"No, I'm not afraid of the cold, but Ekaros, don't you hate going to the hospital? If you catch a cold or have a fever, I can't guarantee that I won't rush you to the hospital."

Although there was a hint of threat in Arturo's words, anyone could hear the deep concern for Ekalos in them.

Although Icarus was a little shy in his heart, he was already wrapped in the warmth of Arturo, but he couldn't continue to reject the kindness of his childhood sweetheart...

"Well, I'm also worried that you might get sick."

"Taking medicine or getting injections is very uncomfortable. Being sick is not a pleasant feeling at all..."

To be honest, Icarus wanted to struggle as he watched Arturo stand up, put his clothes on him and pushed him back to his seat, but Arturo, who had taken off his gloves, gently pressed his cherry lips with his slender white index finger.

Meeting those black eyes filled with smile and tenderness, Ikaros stopped struggling.

But those blinking light golden eyes still vaguely hoped that Arturo would take back the coat.

Although the coat did give Ikaros, who was wearing thin clothes, a feeling of warmth and comfort, she still cared more about Arturo's health.

"It'll be okay. I'm in good health and not afraid of the cold. Besides..." As Icarus' childhood sweetheart, Arturo could naturally read the girl's thoughts from her beautiful eyes, but Icarus cared about her more.

Arturo also cared more about her partner's health than her own. To be honest, she didn't mind if she got sick because she believed that Ekaros would not ignore her.

"...You will definitely take care of me when I'm sick, right? My Ikaros."

Soft words came out of his thin cherry lips, and Arturo looked at Ekalos with an unreserved trust in his eyes, a trust that was so great that he was even willing to entrust his life and the rest of his life to the other person.

Through this small incident, Arturo showed without concealment his trust in Ekalos and the expectation of a certain emotion in his heart.

It’s a pity... In Ikaros’ eyes, all she could see was Arturo’s trust in her.

Because she, Ikaros Yahweh, was definitely not a lesbian.

"Of course I will. Or rather, whenever you are sick, there will never be a time when I don't take care of you."

Tilting his head slightly to avoid the fingers on his lips, Ekalos looked at Arturo who sat next to him, leaned towards him and said something half-reproachfully.

While looking at Arturo with a dim gaze, Ekalos also tried his best to convey his warmth to Arturo.

——The worst that could happen is that both of us will get sick. Anyway, I can take care of Arturo even if I have a high fever.

"Yes, that's why I gave you the coat. After all, I believe you will take care of me in the past, present, and future."

"So if you're by my side, it doesn't matter if I get sick."

Arturo said as he looked out the window at the scenery that was becoming increasingly distant as the Ferris wheel slowly rose up, and out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Ekalos who was holding his coat and putting it on.

As he looked away, Arturo didn't know whether it was because of the beauty of the girl shining in the sunset or because of the beautiful scenery outside the glass window, he put one hand on the window and slowly said with emotion:

"It's so beautiful..."

“It would be great if I could always see this.”

Amid the roar of machinery, the carriage slowly rose up and the sky began to glow light purple. Soft music and broadcasting sounds played slowly in the closed carriage, blocking out the noisy sounds from other places in the amusement park.

Looking at Arturo who was enjoying the view outside the window, Icarus turned off the speaker, leaving only the melodious and gentle music, while looking at the scenery on the other side and spoke softly:

"You will see it."

"If you like it, I will try my best to accompany you to see the scenery here in the future."