Chapter 390 Little Sister <TOC> Chapter 392 Entering Black Castle
Translator: SumTLMan
“Gloria?” Upon hearing this name, a massive figure surfaced in Angel’s mind.
Angel shuddered violently, shaking off the shadow in his mind.
If Gloria were her so-called “younger” sister, then what right did he have to be called “older” brother?!
Although Angel didn’t quite believe it, what if it were indeed that gourmet wizard—’Diamond Barbie’ Gloria? After all, the Fairytale World was the headquarters of Fairytale Town, and the Candy House was one of the organizations under Fairytale Town’s jurisdiction. Gloria’s appearance here didn’t seem impossible.
However, Angel had just heard recently that Felicia went to the Radiant Realm to find the prophetic wizard. Could they have found Gloria so quickly?
With a hint of doubt, Angel created a simulation of Gloria’s illusion.
A seductive figure, purple curly hair, flaming red lips, a small nose, enchanting eye makeup—Gloria was actually quite beautiful based on her facial features alone. Unfortunately, she had eaten so much that she had six layers of chin.
Even as an illusion, Angel felt an overwhelming sense of a “flesh mountain demon king” at first sight.
“Is she the younger sister you mentioned?” Angel pointed at the illusion of “Gloria” and asked.
Gloria’s appearance had a strong evil charm, purple hair and dress, heavy makeup, much like the wicked stepmother in Fairytales. The little girl was frightened and retreated when she saw it.
“No, that’s not her.” The little girl shook her head repeatedly: “My sister is very beautiful, just a little taller than me. And she is very slim, not fat at all!”
Angel stroked his chin, and according to her description, it seemed that it was not “Diamond Barbie” Gloria, but perhaps someone with the same name.
After removing the illusion, Angel smiled and asked: “I’m about to leave soon, and before I do, may I have the honor of knowing the beautiful young lady’s name?”
Upon hearing that Angel was leaving, the little girl’s face showed a disappointed expression. But seeing Angel treating her with noble etiquette, she paused, then smiled shyly and modestly.
“My name is…” The little girl lifted the hem of her dress to curtsy, intending to answer immediately, but just as she had forgotten the name of the little bird before, she became stuck again.
“Big brother, I forgot my name too.” The little girl lowered her head dejectedly: “I’ve forgotten so many things, I can’t even remember my brother’s name.”
Angel was taken aback, realizing that the “brother” the little girl was referring to was probably the faceless young man in the silk painting.
“Forget the past memories and don’t dwell on them.” Angel thought of the naked mass grave and countless ghosts, which allowed him to roughly deduce the humiliation and despair they experienced before their deaths. Forgetting the past might also be a form of self-protection.
Seeing that the little girl was still a bit disappointed, Angel knew that this was a sense of insecurity due to a lack of self-recognition.
Feeling lost about one’s past can also lead to confusion about the future.
Angel thought for a moment: “How about I give you a nickname?” The first step in self-identification is self-awareness.
The little girl nodded blankly.
In fact, giving a real name would be best, but Angel dared not arbitrarily give others a real name. According to the unspoken rules in the noble circle, once a name is given, it also declares that they are responsible for their future. This rule applies to all slaves, servants, and newborns, as they generally do not have names.
Angel pondered for a moment, recalling the word the little girl had uttered when she was stuck earlier: “Hana, how about I call you Hana from now on?”
“Hana.” the little girl repeated the name: “Is my name Hana?”
“Yes, Hana.”
The little girl suddenly held her head with both hands, shaking her head nonstop: “My name is Hana, my name is…ah…”
The little girl’s sudden change left Angel somewhat at a loss. After a while, she stopped, her eyes full of tears, and she sniffled pitifully.
“Don’t you like this nickname? I can change it for you.”
The little girl shook her head: “Big brother, I think I just remembered some images. There was someone I couldn’t see clearly, but I felt very close to them, and they also called me Hana. Did I used to be called Hana?” After a pause, the little girl said with certainty: “I won’t change it. I’ll be called Hana from now on.”
She used to be called Hana? What a coincidence! Angel didn’t think much about it and smiled: “Alright, Miss Hana, I have to leave now, and you’ll be alone…”
Angel suddenly couldn’t continue, seeing her a little lost, and looking at the dark surroundings, he couldn’t bring himself to say: “You must be well-behaved by yourself.”
Angel thought for a moment, and magical power surged from within his body.
In her puzzled gaze, the surroundings suddenly brightened, and they went from a pitch-black cave to a warm room. It was a typical girl’s bedroom with pink wallpaper, animated dolls, wind chimes that made sounds, nutcracker soldiers that played drums, and music boxes that sang songs. Outside the large floor-to-ceiling window were floating catkins, meandering rivers, and lush distant mountains.
“It’s so beautiful!” Hana was amazed at the change before her eyes. She immediately opened the window and looked out at the green illusion outside.
“Can I jump down?”
Angel’s face showed embarrassment: “Just take a look, don’t go down.”
Hana seemed to guess that this was an illusion and smiled, thanking Angel: “Thank you, big brother. This place is so beautiful, even more beautiful than my house when I was alive.”
He always thought she didn’t know she was dead, but in fact, she knew better than anyone.
Angel pointed to the dolls on the floor and the pink fairytale books on the bookshelf: “You can touch these, and you can read the books when you’re bored.”
Simulating virtual items with a realistic feel is the basis of illusion magic.
As for the fairytale books on the shelves, they were all books that Angel had read when he was a child, so it was not difficult to recreate them.
Hana thought the place was entirely an illusion and had been restraining herself from touching anything. But upon hearing Angel say that it was okay to touch, her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she happily picked up a rabbit plush toy: “Thank you, big brother.”
He initially wanted to ask Hana how she had died, but in the end, he changed the subject. She was already unfortunate enough, and there was no need to rub salt in her wounds.
“I’m leaving.” Angel left two high-quality magic crystals as the power source for the illusion. A simple, non-hostile illusion like this could last quite a while with just one magic crystal, let alone two high-quality ones.
“Big brother, can I know your name?” Hana suddenly stopped Angel.
“Pat, you can call me Brother Pat.” Angel said, waving his hand and leaving the cave.
Two magic crystals were no burden for the wealthy Angel. But if he could use two magic crystals to obtain a Soul Bead, it would be considered a gain. Even if it was just an advance.
After leaving the cave, Angel kept pondering about Hana’s situation.
During his conversation with Hana, he always felt a peculiar sense of familiarity. It was this sense of familiarity that made Angel feel a little more compassionate towards Hana.
He had secretly investigated the cave but didn’t feel anything was wrong. However, now that he thought about it, it still seemed a bit strange.
Just as Angel returned to the entrance of the cemetery, a face suddenly flashed in his mind.
It wasn’t Hana’s cute and charming face but a handsome and elegant one – it was Tororo’s face!
Memories of interacting with Tororo flooded his mind.
“Accent!” He realized! It was the accent!
Hana’s accent was soft and tender, even more immature than children of her age. For this reason, he overlooked the regional accent hidden behind the cute childish voice.
The rising intonation and the way certain words were spoken were almost identical to Tororo’s! No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity!
When Angel first heard Tororo’s accent, he felt it was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere a long time ago. Now, he heard the same accent once again.
Without any hesitation, Angel turned around and re-entered the cemetery.
However, he did not go to the cave beneath the well first, but to the right side of the cemetery, where Hana’s remains were located in a coffin.
All his attention had been on the heart-shaped necklace before, and he had not carefully examined the skeleton. If Hana and Tororo were from the same place, it was likely that there would be three extra “tail” bones at the coccyx.
However, when Angel returned to the coffin and carefully examined it, he did not find any extra tail bones.
“Could it be that Tororo’s accent is actually a Hippocrates accent? And Hana is a descendant of Hippocrates?” After all, Tororo was found in Hippocrates, but if it was a Hippocrates accent, why did he always feel like he had heard a similar accent a long time ago?
Angel was somewhat puzzled and decided to return to the cave to ask again.
Before going to the left cemetery, Angel thought for a moment and put Hana’s coffin into his bracelet.
Back at the bottom of the well, Angel placed Hana’s coffin in a corner and took out the necklace from inside before entering the cave.
Although he had brought her coffin to the bottom of the well, he did not think Hana would be happy to see her own skeleton. So, placing it here was better, as it would not be further damaged and would not cause Hana any grief.
Upon entering the cave, Angel found Hana holding a rabbit doll, sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the scenery outside and daydreaming.
When Hana saw Angel, she stood up happily: “Brother Pat! Great, you’re back again!”
Angel took out the necklace with a heart-shaped pendant: “Is this yours?”
Looking at the necklace, tears welled up in Hana’s eyes instantly: “Yes, it was given to me by my brother…”
Angel handed the necklace to Hana: “I just passed by and saw this necklace, so I decided to bring it to you.”
Hana reached out to take the necklace, but it went straight through her plump hand and fell to the ground.
Hana was stunned, and Angel felt awkward… he had forgotten that Hana was a soul and was not yet strong enough to affect the material world.
Scratching her head, Hana said with an embarrassed expression: “I was just holding the doll, and the touch felt so real, I thought I could pick up things… but it turns out I still can’t. I’ve been dead for so long, it’s normal that I can’t pick up things.”
Items in the illusionary realm are virtual, and Hana’s realistic touch is actually due to the effect of the illusory charm. She still couldn’t move real objects.
With a bit of embarrassment, Angel picked up the necklace: “Then I’ll put it on the bedside, so you can see it anytime.”
Hana shook her head: “Brother Pat, there’s a hidden compartment in this necklace, can you take out what’s inside?”
Angel nodded, skillfully took out the silk painting from the hidden compartment, and spread it on the table in the illusionary realm.
Hana looked at the painting on the silk and laughed happily: “Brother Pat, I just want this painting. I want to give this necklace to you as a thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift.” Hana pointed to the illusionary realm: “I really like it.”
The necklace was not a rare item, and its material was quite ordinary. Angel initially wanted to refuse, but seeing Hana’s expectant expression, he nodded and accepted it.
“Thank you.” Angel accepted the necklace and casually placed it in a corner of his bracelet. Then he asked the purpose of his visit: “Hana, do you remember where you lived when you were young?”
Chapter 390 Little Sister <TOC> Chapter 392 Entering Black Castle