As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

Awakening from slumber, or breaking out of the shell and being reborn.

But as long as one has the same dragon blood flowing in their veins, they can feel the pain, sorrow, anger, and hatred that have not been extinguished for thousands of years, and that has become tangible.

The dragon stood up and roared to the sky.

The response was the roar of thousands of dragons that seemed to be able to tear the sky apart.

Chapter 168 Alice's Fear

It was a dream.

The sea of ​​blood surged, the sky shook, and everywhere were filled with angry roars and sad cries.

It was a battlefield.

Soaring in the sky, using sharp claws as blades, scales as shields, and roaring flames to vent murderous intent, this battlefield does not belong to humans.

Roy only felt that he was also galloping on the battlefield. Like the owner of the dream, he possessed supreme power, but was sinking into endless sorrow.

Saddened by having to kill one's own kind.

The Dragon King defended his throne and defeated all the rebellious conspirators with evil intentions.

However, at the end of the war, the dragon that fell into the abyss let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Its dark golden eyes surged, as if spanning endless years, announcing its unwillingness and anger, emitting a heart-pounding murderous aura, like a blazing, inextinguishable flame, willing to shatter itself, willing to sacrifice its own kind, willing to pay any price, just to use the rage that could never be dissipated in this lifetime to burn the entire sky—

Wake up from dream.

The night is still dark and the day has not yet dawned.

Even though it wasn't the first time he had experienced a dream inspired by divine power, the black-haired boy was still sweating profusely. He was stunned for a long moment before coming to his senses.

"Mother, I had a nightmare."

"You're such a grown-up and still have nightmares? Why don't you tell me you wet the bed?"

"..."

"Just a joke to lighten the mood."

Rowling's charming laughter came to Roy's mind, and for a moment he stopped worrying about the nightmare.

He explained the dream he had just had to Rowling.

"Oh, it's no big deal. When you reach Sequence 5, you'll dream about strange things. This is probably the memory of a demigod."

Roy pondered: "Memory... similar to the inheritance of the false king's blood? But..."

"Similar, but not the same," Rowling corrected.

"Think carefully. The memories of receiving the divine protection before came from your shared bloodline. Your perspective was more like that of an observer. Any resonance you may have had was an experience brought to you by your bloodline."

"But your dreams are the memories of the gods themselves."

Rowling's tone became meaningful: "This means that you are beginning to contain more of the blood of the gods and are getting closer to the origin of the gods."

"I didn't have the chance to touch the essence of the gods, but if it were you, perhaps you could grasp the true power of the gods."

[False King] has the power to connect with the gods and receive their blessings.

If this power develops to its limit, it would not be surprising even if one obtains real divine blood.

In fact, he already has the blood of the dragon clan, the vampire clan and the sea clan in his body, and his soul is blessed by the phoenix.

However, when Roy truly came into contact with the origin of the gods, he still felt a little emotional.

Divine power, let alone humans, is a realm that many extraordinary beings and even mythical creatures cannot set foot in their entire lives.

But for the [False King] who is blessed by the gods, it is not out of reach.

There is uncontrollable excitement, as well as trembling and anxiety.

However, not to mention that his [divinity] is still extremely limited, it is even more distant to enter Sequence 4.

As for the nightmare itself, it was nothing more than a distant memory of the Dragon King in the First Age, a past that had long since become untouched even by historical records.

There's no point in getting too hung up on it.

Roy quickly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to hug the girl beside the pillow, but he fell on her instead.

Only then did Roy realize that the space beside him was empty, with only strands of golden hair and a faint residual warmth remaining.

After making a promise with Charlotte and the others, Roy was allowed to sleep in the same bed with Alice.

Where did this child go by himself instead of sleeping?

Roy got out of bed, left the dark bedroom, and walked through the living room where the girls rested. It was not until he reached the balcony that he finally found the golden figure.

In a world where dawn has not yet arrived, everything seems dim and blurry.

The city was still asleep, the streets were empty, there were no birds in the sky, and there was only silence that seemed to cover the entire world.

The blonde girl was barefoot and in pajamas, gazing at the night sky alone, feeling inexplicably tinged with loneliness.

Roy's heart tightened, and he came behind her quietly.

Noticing his arrival, the girl came back to her senses, her face returning to its usual calmness: "Master?"

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Roy didn't answer but asked, "A nightmare?"

Not giving her any room to hide, Roy gently squeezed her hand.

The girl fell silent.

"It just so happens that I had a nightmare too."

Alice was stunned: "Master too?"

"Well, it seems to be just a phenomenon of the [False King] reaching Sequence 5. It's a fragment of memory from a demigod. There's nothing to worry about."

After explaining, Roy stared at Alice with a smile like a malicious businessman: "I told you everything. Now, can you tell me what you dreamed about?"

Alice sighed slightly, but still leaned over obediently, with her little head against his chest.

Familiar warmth, a solid chest, and a scent that belonged only to Roy.

It doesn't take much, just being by his side makes Alice truly happy.

Every day when we wake up, we can greet each other by the pillow, and every night we can fall asleep together after kissing. The happiness seems unrealistic, but it is so real that there is no falsehood.

But the happier she was, the more uneasy Alice became.

“I dreamed of faith.”

Roy frowned slightly: "Faith?"

"Well, countless prayers, faith from believers."

Faith should be a beautiful emotion.

But when countless beliefs come together, the huge trend they create is difficult for individuals to bear.

"Alice could hear the believers' prayers to the goddess before, but she stopped hearing them when she sealed the goddess' power. I didn't expect to hear them now..."

Recalling those cold, inanimate crystal eyes, Alice began to tremble unconsciously.

The power of the goddess was not completely eradicated, but was temporarily sealed deep within the soul.

"If, if Alice can't completely digest this power in the end..."

Alice's brows furrowed slightly, and her face turned pale.

It was because he was thinking about the future with Roy that he fearlessly accepted the attack of the holy light, even at the cost of disobeying the goddess.

But now, because I got everything I wanted, a trace of fear rose in my heart.

Fear of forgetting, fear of loneliness, fear of not being able to feel the other person's breath and heartbeat like I can now.

Fear of losing everything you have.

It was precisely because of her desire to obtain him that Alice became a heroic paladin.

But it was precisely because of the fear of losing him that Alice was trembling with anxiety like she is now.

Just like a person living in darkness, once he gets attached to the light, he will never want to go back to the past.

"How rare! Alice also gets scared sometimes?"

"I'm sorry for saying such a rude thing."

Alice lowered her head somewhat uneasily.

But at this moment, a familiar touch came from above my head.

That was Roy's hand.

“It’s okay to be afraid.”

The dark eyes stared at her, and at this moment, a ray of light came down on the girl in the long night.

Roy stroked the girl's head, softly but firmly: "No matter how many times, I will rescue you."

Chapter 169 The Golden Moment

Alice rarely felt fear.

No matter how powerful the enemy was or how much pain she suffered, she always looked indifferent, gritted her teeth and silently endured everything.

Only when it concerns themselves do they become particularly vulnerable, like a child who is about to lose something precious.

Everything at the moment reminded Roy of their first encounter.

At that time, Alice was also filled with fear because of the uncertain future, but she had to try her best to pretend to be calm.

This is understandable.

Arriving at a strange aristocratic family for the first time, anyone would feel uneasy in the face of the heavy reality, let alone a delicate girl.

But it's different now.

No longer able to endure, let the anxiety flow, let the body tremble.

Like a puppy shivering in the cold night.

Fear is understandable, and so is anxiety.

But now she has someone she can rely on, have feelings for, and be with.

Just like before, Roy stroked her head and used tenderness to dispel her fear.

But unlike before, his hand slid down from the top of her head and supported the girl's soft cheek.

What he wants to give is not just tenderness.

Because that uneasy girl is not the so-called heroine in the story, nor is she just a lovable maid.

"Alice won't give up so easily, right?"

Alice's eyes became firm: "Of course."

"But if you're tired sometimes, take a break. It's okay to say something discouraging."

When confronting the goddess, Roy had personally felt the vast and terrifying micro-energy. He knew very well that it was a pressure that ordinary people could not bear.

"Even if you do lose, it doesn't matter."

"Ugh?"

The first ray of morning light illuminated the boy's face and his sparkling eyes.

Under the girl's stunned gaze, Roy calmly yet forcefully stated his determination: "No matter how many times, I will rescue you."

"Even God can't take my angel away."

"Owner......"

The girl stopped trembling.

Instead, there was a beating heart, clear and shining eyes, and a face dyed a flawless blush by the morning light.