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

"And... I'm sleepy, Arturo. Can I leave the rest of the night to you?"

"Of course, my dear Ikaros, you can always sleep peacefully beside me, so... have a good rest. I will protect your dreams, just as you have perfectly protected me during this period of time."

Arturo gently brushed the girl's long silver hair from her forehead to her back, his gentle movements were like a mother taking care of her child. The tenderness and love in his eyes as he looked at Ekalos who was seriously entrusting him with something seemed like they could overflow at any time.

"Yeah, yeah, thank you, Arturo. From now on... I'll leave it to you, Zzzzz..."

After getting Arturo's affirmative answer, Ekalos, who had figured it out, finally stopped resisting his sleepiness and thanked Arturo with a smile. However, his clear and pleasant voice gradually became unclear, and in the end it sounded like a little girl's coquettish moan. After he finished speaking these words vaguely, his consciousness completely disappeared with the dream.

Leaving behind a slight gasp, and her chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and the gradually dimming white halo, it was a sign that the silver-haired girl had fallen into a deep dream.

"Really? You're so sleepy but you're still forcing yourself to stay awake. Don't do that again next time..."

Arturo felt so distressed upon seeing this that he couldn't help but reveal a doting and gentle smile on his face. While complaining softly, he gently placed the girl's head on his smooth and soft thighs, and helped the sleeping Ekalos to get into a comfortable sleeping position.

Arturo then carefully sat up, taking over Ekalos' original responsibility and looking at the scene in the darkness outside the car window.

Although Arturo was honestly a little sleepy at this point in time.

But looking at Ekalos sleeping soundly on his thighs like a white kitten, Arturo felt that the tiredness in his heart was swept away, and what was left was only satisfaction and the hope that this time could last longer.

After all, Ikaros is already very beautiful, and now she looks even cuter as she sleeps quietly, like an exquisite doll, or a white cat that heals people's hearts.

Let Arturo feel satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Especially when Arturo thought that today he not only had a close contact with Ekalos, but also confirmed his position in Ekalos' heart.

Arturo's heart was filled with excitement and joy.

Fatigue naturally disappears quietly and silently.

For Arturo, being able to let Icarus sleep peacefully when he is tired is protecting this little happiness.

For her, who has not yet made all the preparations, this is already her greatest wish and satisfaction.

However, if Arturo from the future were to return to the present, she would definitely regret letting Icarus have a good sleep today.

After all, it would be fine if it was just sleeping.

But what Arturo doesn't know now is that what Ikaros is resisting after entering the dream is not the so-called dream.

Rather, it is a space where it is difficult to distinguish true from false, formed by those inherited memories.

And because the distance is too close, and at the same time, there is an invisible resonance between the demon powers.

After Ikaros fell asleep and entered the memory space passed down by the simulator.

Hundreds of miles away in the Tower of Babel, after a busy day, Theresa yawned in her bathrobe after taking a shower, and put down the book in her hand due to fatigue.

Although Theresa was a little confused as to why she felt so sleepy today.

But in the end, out of her desire to see the Grand Duke in her dream and her need to gain more power, Theresa did not reject the attraction from the dream.

Little did she know that today's dream would completely intertwine her fate with the 'non-existent person' she loved.

It originated in a dream and ended in a dream.

And finally... we will meet again in that dream.

Chapter 128: Grand Duke: Theresa is the Demon King? Am I dreaming?

What exactly is a dream?

Is it the inner desire constructed by the phantoms of the past? Or is it the falsehood formed by the desires of the dreamer? Or is it the truth conveyed by the projection of another possible world?

Enter this pure and flawless white world that seems to be covered by falling snow.

Theresa looked at the sea of ​​flowers and the world beneath her feet that gradually began to spread and grow with her as the center as she opened her eyes, and she couldn't help but think deeply.

An unknown breeze blew up the white hair of Demon King Sakura, dancing the hem of her plain white robe, with the black ribbon swaying slightly, and silently stirred Theresa's heart, which she usually pretended to be cold and indifferent when and where necessary.

She returned to this 'dream' that was familiar yet strange, fake yet real, but always brought her a sense of satisfaction and security.

The colors before my eyes are bright, and the fragrance of flowers in the air is so real and fragrant.

Above the blue sky, the clouds are as light as cotton, leisurely illuminated by the warm sunshine. The sunshine shining through the gaps between the clouds onto the earth and the garden is also warm, making the sky reveal brilliant and bright colors, as if it were only meant to match this beautiful garden.

"It's so beautiful..."

Looking at all the magnificent beauty in front of her, the body that had grown over two hundred years was like a shattered shadow as Theresa experienced subtle emotions in her life, and was gradually replaced by a younger and more tender body.

Although this overly young body caused Theresa to lose most of her own strength, Theresa did not feel the slightest bit of dissatisfaction or panic.

Because the girl understood that after such changes had occurred in her body.

She is also about to meet the person she misses and wants to see the most.

This is true even if the other person may just be an illusion that only exists in a dream.

"Theresa, come here."

A cold and arrogant voice came from the other side of the garden entrance. The breeze had stopped moving at some point, as if to avoid affecting the words conveyed by the voice.

Subconsciously putting on a gentle smile that she didn’t even know she was expecting, Theresa turned around and looked at the source of the voice.

There, as if in response to Theresa's inner expectations, with the sound of black boots stepping on the ground, the tall, beautiful and elegant Duchess came from the shadows to the gate of the garden in the best years of her life. The gentle sunlight illuminated her gorgeous but not extravagant accessories, as well as her silver hair like gorgeous silk threads and her light golden eyes.

She was carrying a cane and wearing a standard dress worn by aristocratic men, but because of her pride, she had the dress cut into a more feminine style.

Beautiful and elegant, proud and graceful, a natural and graceful aura surrounds her.

It was as if the word "noble" was born for her.

"Ms. Icarus." There was a hint of joy in Theresa's tone, even though similar dreams had appeared countless times.

But whenever she saw the beautiful Grand Duke, the girl's buried emotions would unconsciously surge up, like a baby bird seeing its beloved nest, or like chasing the one she loved and seeing the person who had passed away only in her memories.

Whether it is true or false.

Be it reality or a dream.

Theresa was deeply attached to the beauty of the moment. After all, no matter what the other 'self' experienced, these were emotions she had never had or experienced before.

Therefore, at this moment, Theresa only needs to enjoy all this in a despicable way.

At the Grand Duke's call, she took two steps at a time and came to the other person's side. Then she stretched out her hands and hugged the other person's slender waist tightly, buried her cheek in the other person's soft and warm belly, greedily sniffing the faint orchid fragrance.

This action obviously stunned the Grand Duchess of Manchester.

Her face subconsciously turned red for a moment due to the physiological reaction, but the next moment this touch of shyness belonging to the girl was transformed into annoyance and dissatisfaction by the family's pride and reserve.

She couldn't remember when she taught Theresa to be so ignorant of etiquette.

This made the Grand Duke, who wanted to train Theresa to be another himself, very unhappy.

“Theresa, what are you doing? Um…”

However, just as the Grand Duke was about to open his mouth to scold Theresa, he suddenly took a half step back. His originally angry expression turned into one of pain and he covered his forehead with his hands in struggle.

If Theresa hadn't been quick enough to hold the Grand Duke up, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

The moment he realized what had happened to Theresa, he was filled with worry and fear. After all, there had never been such a situation in his dreams before!

Could something have happened to the Grand Duke?

Don't do that! Theresa's spiritual food and spiritual comfort now all depend on the Grand Duke in her dream. Therefore, no matter what, Theresa will not allow the Grand Duke to get into trouble, let alone lose him!

"Miss Icarus! What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Or are you injured? How can I help you?" However, because the dream was too real, Theresa really had no way to help the Archduke in the dream, and her tone was filled with anxiety and panic.

Now she can mobilize some of the power of the devil.

But the power of the devil cannot be used to heal diseases! And even if the power of the devil can heal diseases, how can the people in the dream possibly withstand the healing brought by this kind of spiritual power?

I'm afraid that when I first use it, it will directly shatter the entire dream along with the Duke of Manchester in front of me?

Theresa could not accept such a situation no matter what she said.

But what should she do?

Theresa had no idea and could only worry in her heart. She kept thinking and looking through any memory in her heart that might help the Grand Duke, but to no avail.

Fortunately, Theresa didn't worry for too long.

The Archduke's pain and weakness only lasted for a few seconds, although for Theresa, who cared about the Archduke, this period of time seemed like an eternity.

But in fact, after a period of pain and trance at the beginning, the Grand Duke of Manchester, or the real Ikaros, looked at the beautiful gardens and familiar ancient Victorian-style buildings around him after a brief confusion.

As well as the anxious-looking pink-haired little girl beside him, Ikaros, who had received the memories of the current Grand Duke, understood what had happened.

It seems that the first inheritance today still belongs to the Grand Duke of Manchester.

But I always feel that this dream seems more real. Even Theresa’s reaction is so real, and her expression is so vivid. I always feel that Theresa is a little too vivid now. Is it my illusion?

"I'm fine, Theresa. Mind your etiquette and be careful not to rush over so recklessly next time. I don't need to emphasize the gap between you and me."

Sniffing the floral scent mixed with Theresa's faint virgin fragrance, Ikaros felt the dream becoming more and more real. Although he felt a little strange, he did not think too much about it, but continued to play the role of another self with ease.

After all, it's impossible that the Theresa in front of me is the Princess Theresa that I might meet in the future, right?

Don't joke, simulation is simulation, reality is reality, and not taking simulation as reality has become one of the principles in Ikaros' heart.

Instead of hoping that those feelings and stories that shouldn't exist will affect reality, let yourself gain other people's sincerity and obsession without any effort.

Ikaros would rather she and those girls were strangers on parallel lines from the beginning.

Without real interactions and accumulation, one can only rely on the brief descriptions of the simulator and sporadic companionship to harvest the emotions and obsessions accumulated over a hundred years, a thousand years, or someone's entire life.

Such a reality would only make Ekaros, who attaches great importance to feelings and people around him, feel disgusted.

And even if one day the simulation really affects reality and makes those girls develop feelings for her that they shouldn't have.

Ikaros will never accept such emotions, and will use his own way to make those who have been affected by him wake up, rather than becoming puppets who cannot distinguish themselves under the influence of the simulator.

As for what to do after that, if they still have feelings and obsessions towards me, that is, Ekaros who is Sakota in reality...

Well, this kind of thing is not within the scope of Ikaros's thinking.

After all, she didn't even think it was possible that the simulation would affect reality, and even this inner decision was made during the first simulation.

So how could she possibly know what happened after that?

But when that time really comes, it seems that the choice is no longer important.

After all, Ikaros cannot accept simulated and distorted emotions, but if the sincere emotions are directed at only someone named Ikaros, then the girl obviously cannot help but give him a heavy response.

But no matter what the outcome is, it will happen in the distant future.

And at the moment, neither Ikaros nor Theresa need to think so much.

"Hmm... Hehe, it's been a while since I last saw you, Miss Ikaros. Did I miss you? And if I had shown hostility to you just now, you would probably be lying in a pool of blood now~ You are really careless, Grand Duke Manchester."

Theresa was not sad to be rejected by Ikaros's slightly cold gaze and behavior. After all, Grand Duke Ikaros was always like this, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and was constrained by his family's past glory.

Sometimes I really want to have someone who can treat me sincerely by my side, but I close my heart because of past unfortunate experiences.

Really, it's so pitiful...

Thinking this in her heart, Theresa looked towards Ekalos with a look of pity and heartache unconsciously in her eyes.

Ekaros, who noticed the strange gaze, couldn't help but frown slightly and became a little angry under the influence of the Grand Duke.

Especially after hearing such nonsensical words from Theresa, Ikaros, who was in the state of Grand Duke, found it even more unacceptable.

This was true even if what Theresa said was true.

“Hmph, you’re so smooth-talking. You didn’t seize the opportunity, Theresa. Let me see if you’re as good as you say you are.”

With a cold snort, the dissatisfied Ikaros picked up his cane and disappeared from Theresa's sight in an instant.

She planned to teach Theresa a little lesson as a punishment for the girl's rude words.

Well, just give me a spanking. It is undoubtedly a lot lighter than when we first met. It can be regarded as a way to establish my authority again.

In fact, to be honest, Ikaros himself didn't care whether Theresa was punished or not. However, after taking on the identity of the Grand Duke and no longer suppressing his arrogance, Ikaros felt that he was severely provoked.

So, she wanted to punish Theresa.