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

So it was just a look at the body, and Ikaros didn't mind at all.

I even felt that Ena's behavior of gradually disappearing from sight due to shyness was cute.

After all, we are lifelong friends. This level of intimacy shouldn't be a problem, right?

At least that's what Ikaros thought.

However, it may take Ena some time to recover and she needs to calm down.

Next, I decided to go find Arturo first, just to give him a little surprise~

"Huh~, everything is getting better and better. It seems that my future is also bright and full of hope."

She put on light makeup and skillfully tied her scattered silver hair into two small braids that hung in front of her body, which contrasted beautifully with the long silver hair that flowed like a waterfall behind her.

Ikaros looked at himself in the mirror, tilted his head slightly, and showed a standard cute smile. One hand touched the hard crystals that had completely lost their activity under the pantyhose on the inside of his thigh, feeling the growing power of the demon king in his body, and the growth brought to him by the broken authority brought by Tao.

The silver-haired girl couldn't help but sigh out loud.

There couldn't be a better start than this, right?

Although all this power and gifts have already been secretly priced.

Chapter 117: Theresis's Letter and Theresia's Hesitation

At the same time, Ekalos was in his own villa, marveling at his wonderful start.

In the distance, Kazdel, the main ship of Babel, and the Rhodes Island.

Theresa, who received a letter from Theresis, was looking at everything in the letter with great interest.

Although the content of the letter did not clearly specify anything.

But looking at this letter from the Kazdel Military Committee, the hints and references between the lines about Victoria and the information about the Second Empire that Kazdel might establish, as well as some things that would happen in the future, all seemed familiar yet unfamiliar to Theresa.

Certain things seem to have been made clear silently and have become facts that were unexpected yet reasonable.

Theresa couldn't help but smile faintly.

Although the arrival of this letter also means that she will have to face a series of questions about "dreams".

But at least the civil war that had caused Kazdel to bleed continuously had come to an end, and It also allowed Theresa to regain a brother who was fully trustworthy in both ability and governance.

What else in the world could make Theresa happier than the news brought by this letter?

I think, probably not.

"Hey, Kal'tsit, what exactly do you think a dream is?"

In the simple yet elegant office, Theresa put down the letter she had just read, and in a good mood, she looked at the large lynx serving her in a maid outfit with a smile as bright as a flower, and asked in a casual and soft voice.

However, that tone also carried a certain irresistible majesty, which, when interwoven with the gentle voice, made it approachable yet gave people a sense of majesty that was unique to an emperor ruling the world.

At least that's what Kal'tsit heard at this moment.

"Your Highness, if dreams simply refer to the physiological phenomena that occur after sleep, then dreams are just a very characteristic mental state that occurs periodically during sleep in normal people.

But if your Highness wants to ask about something else, I'm sorry I can't answer it for now."

However, Kal'tsit, who had been serving Her Highness in a maid outfit for more than a week, had already gotten used to Theresa's temperament and demeanor, so she answered respectfully.

Although I still instinctively started the Riddler.

"Hmm..., here are some answers that I don't understand. This is really your style, Kal'tsit." Although Theresa didn't quite understand Kal'tsit's answer, she wasn't angry.

After all, Kal'tsit had always been like this before, and had told her a lot of knowledge that she didn't know.

For example, the current starry sky is fake, Terra is actually round, and this land was once scattered tens of thousands of years ago, etc...

Therefore, Theresa had already gotten used to the strange things Kal'tsit said.

Besides, she had no intention of getting the answer she wanted from Kal'tsit, and she asked this just because she was in a good mood.

So Theresa didn't plan to waste any more unnecessary time on this issue, and looked at Kal'tsit who seemed to be planning to say something else.

Theresa spoke before Kal'tsit, interrupted her and took the initiative to end the topic.

"But let's talk about this later."

"Now, can you please ask Kal'tsit to go to the intelligence department and prepare a special 'letter' for me? I need it for something."

Theresa clasped her hands together and tilted her head slightly as she spoke, looking as if she was seriously asking someone for help. This formed a sharp contrast with her imposing temperament and her status. She looked particularly cute and it was impossible to refuse her.

"…Your will, Your Highness."

Although it was a bit painful to be interrupted by Theresa, what he wanted to say was interrupted.

But Kal'tsit looked at Theresa who suddenly started to act cute. After a brief silence, she bowed respectfully and left the office to prepare paper and pen for Theresa to write a letter.

In the original office, Theresa's already gentle and lovely smile became even brighter as she watched the deflated Kal'tsit leave.

Sure enough, whenever I see Kal'tsit being frustrated, my mood will become better.

Although I feel a little sorry for Kal'tsit, I still want to see her expression like that...

“Hey, hey, why have you become so evil? Theresa, Kal’tsit is obviously not the same person she was back then, and certainly not the one in the ‘dream’.”

However, after a brief moment of joy, the smile on Theresa's face gradually disappeared from her delicate face after a helpless sigh and a shake of her head.

There was also a hint of complexity and confusion in the pink-gold eyes.

Yes, she knew clearly that Kal'tsit was not the Kal'tsit who caused the death of the Grand Duke in the dream, and she also knew that everything in the dream did not belong to her.

But Theresa could no longer tell the difference, or rather, she could tell the difference.

But the instinctive desire and yearning in her heart for everything that her other self possessed still silently prompted her to blur the boundary between dreams and reality.

But if that were all, Theresa could still barely maintain her remaining clarity and temporarily distinguish the difference between this dream and reality.

But... there are always some ridiculous things that will loosen that boundary.

Theresa's heart was shaken.

For example, the power she gained from the dream, and the letter from her brother now.

And... the thing that happened to Thearesia that shook her the most was this.

"It seems to have decreased again. This is really incredible..."

Theresa whispered softly as a snow-white hand gently brushed across her shoulder covered by black cloth. In the past, she could only feel the hard touch of the crystal that foreshadowed death here, but at this moment, the only feedback her hand gave her was the softness unique to the smooth and elastic skin of a newborn baby.

This was actually one of the reasons why she asked Kal'tsit to prepare the letter.

After all, it was too absurd that the Originium crystals that had spread to the skin would automatically disappear without any external interference or surgery.

Moreover, as the Demon King, Theresa could clearly feel that while the Originium crystals in her body were becoming stable, the degree of infection of her Originium disease was also decreasing at an exaggerated rate.

What followed was the power of the Demon King to heal this body that was riddled with holes from the Originium and to continuously replenish its vitality.

Assuming that nothing unexpected happened, Theresa only had a few years left to live.

Now Theresa feels that she can live at least one to two hundred years longer if the current level of infection remains unchanged.

Even if she continued to use Originium skills and the power of the Demon King at a high intensity, her life span would be no less than fifty years.

This is an exaggeration.

Moreover, the degree of Originium infection in Theresa's body is still decreasing, with no signs of slowing down, and there is a tendency that the Originium disease will be completely cured.

This is a ridiculous thing, even for Kal'tsit, who can be trusted completely.

Theresa couldn't let the other party know all this now.

But it was not for the purpose of concealing it. It was just that this kind of thing was too absurd after all, making Theresa still doubt that all this was just an illusion.

But in the face of reality, all doubts seem pale and powerless.

This also forced Theresa to face a serious problem after she had more time and more room to think.

——That is everything about that 'dream', and the relationship between myself at this moment and myself in the 'dream'.

If Theresa had only a few years left to live, she wouldn't have to think so much. After being affected by the dream, she just had to make sure she wouldn't be immediately influenced and assimilated by the memories and emotions of "herself" in the dream.

Then Theresa only needs to wait for a few years for herself to die from Originium disease.

But now it’s different. With a longer lifespan, Theresa has to start thinking more and has to face this problem.

At the same time, I began to think about how much I have been affected by that dream.

To think about what the essence of that 'dream' is.

After all, Theresa had little time left to live, so she naturally took advantage of this dream that could make her stronger and was harmless to herself and the people around her. Therefore, she didn't need to think about the essence of what the "dream" was.

She'll be dead in a few years anyway, right?

But now... Theresa doesn't think that the 'dream' that can bring her strength and even cure her Originium disease and prolong her life is just a simple 'dream'.

Therefore, for various reasons, Theresa needs to think about its essence.

After all, if you have nothing, you will naturally not be afraid of anything, but after you have it again, everything will be completely the opposite.

And besides these concerns and thoughts.

There was another very embarrassing but also very important thing that Theresa had to consider.

——That is, her feelings towards the Grand Duke named Ikaros in that 'dream'.

"Huh... It's really a headache. After all, I can feel the weight and heat of that feeling just from a vague perception from afar." Rubbing her aching temple in distress, Theresa felt that she was under the greatest pressure when facing this problem.

In the Sarkaz's concept, emotional matters either never exist or are extremely solemn and dignified, even in a chaotic era.

So when faced with this problem, Theresa felt a pressure that was many times more complicated and heavy than the previous two problems.

If it was just pure love, it would be fine. At most, she could just think of it as a fantasy of love and then a breakup. As a not-so-traditional Sarkaz woman, Theresa could still barely accept it.

But as a demon king, and someone who is involved in Originium techniques and the mind and soul, how could Theresa not feel the heaviness and the degree of distortion and morbidity of that emotion?

Just imagine, this is probably the weight of a regretful love that has, after hundreds of years of struggle and recollection, been bred from the morbid and desperate emotions that have been repeatedly tortured between the illusions composed of past memories and beauty and the cold and passing reality.

It’s hard to say how heavy the emotion is, it’s only possible to say that this emotion has already turned into an eternal morbid obsession.

Even as a demon king, he clearly knew that feeling was something that he could have to some extent.

But Theresa was also really scared.

after all……

"If one day I suddenly have to empathize with that feeling..."

"Ugh—I'm bound to be filled up and then broken, right?"

Unable to help but imagine a scene in which she empathized with that feeling, Theresa trembled all over and subconsciously laid her head on the desk, buried it between her arms and curled up, making a cute and muffled cry.

Even the tail of his robe couldn't help but entangle the leg of a chair beside him, leaving a mark of neither deep nor shallow.

You can imagine how nervous Theresa was.

Even though she was over two hundred years old, Theresa did not dare to take the initiative to touch that heavy emotion.

In many cases, a dozen profound years are often more precious and heavy than hundreds of years.

But Theresa also understood that one day she would have to face that emotion.

After all, as time goes by, the years Theresa has experienced in that 'dream' will continue to increase, and those experiences belonging to the other 'Theresa' are gradually becoming Theresa's experiences.

Everything in the 'dream' will eventually become reality.

And Theresa will eventually face and even develop that twisted and obsessive emotion.

But...in fact, isn't this also Theresa's own expectation and choice deep in her heart?

The Sarkaz are a rootless race, like seeds drifting on the sea, longing to find their own harbor one day and a home where they can place their souls.

The same is true for Theresa. As a demon king, her desire in this regard is even stronger than that of ordinary Sarkaz.

But for the future of Sarkaz and Kazdel, she never thought of finding a harbor for her soul in her life.