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Chapter 588: Changes in Hiberlian's Dreams
Chapter 588: Changes in Hiberlian's Dreams
Meanwhile, elsewhere...
"Hmm?"
Hiberlian uttered a confused sound. It felt as if she had just awoken from a long dream.
In her dream, she found herself in a seventh-order shadow world with Lanchi, transformed into a demon princess. She was protected and confined within the Demon King's Palace by a ninth-order demon. Just when she thought she had finally met Lanchi, something unexpected happened, jolting her awake.
Now, she found herself in the royal capital of Ikelite, bathed in the warm spring sunshine streaming through the window.
The ancient charm of Ikelite remained, with its clear skies and vibrant blue hues visible through the glass panes. The grand cathedral, with its majestic dome, stood as a testament to the city's beauty. Divine statues and frescoes adorned the interior, creating an atmosphere of sanctity. The air was filled with the scent of sacredness, and the Art Deco decorations, white and pale gold florals, adorned the walls and arched doorways, weaving a dreamlike corridor of art.
Hiberlian found herself dressed in an unusual style, holding a bouquet of flowers. The delicate dress was a vision of purity, crafted from lightweight, luxurious fabric embellished with intricate lace and pearls. The skirt billowed gently, resembling soft clouds drifting across the carpet.
As she glanced at the mural glass on the cathedral's entrance doors, she caught a reflection of her hair, elegantly styled into a dignified bun adorned with the most cherished hair accessory of the Duke of Aransal.
"Now's not the time to feel sleepy," a familiar voice remarked.
Hiberlian turned, her gaze falling upon a man dressed in exceptionally formal attire, exuding an approachable aura that bridged any sense of distance.
"Father?" she asked, linking arms with Duke Migaya as she studied his figure.
With his black hair and eyes, he possessed an otherworldly handsomeness. It seemed as though he had just escorted her into the cathedral.
Wait, wasn't Duke Migaya missing? And wasn't Lanchi, her dearest friend, supposed to help her find her father? Hiberlian shook her head, confused, unable to recall when she had dreamed all this.
Sometimes, dreams could leave such a deep impression that it became challenging to distinguish between actual memories and remnants of nocturnal visions.
As Hiberlian stood there, lost in thought, her eyes unconsciously drifted towards the front row of the cathedral.
There, she spotted a silver-haired woman. Elegantly dressed for the occasion, the woman met her gaze and offered a warm smile, waving gently at her.
Hiberlian's eyes stung with unshed tears.
So, it had all been a dream. In reality, her mother had not abandoned her.
"Hiberlian!"
Efatia, seated in one of the long pews of the cathedral, waved enthusiastically at Hiberlian, cheering her on as if egging her on in a significant life event.
Talia, sitting beside Efatia and thoroughly engrossed in devouring a small cake, also looked up and waved at her.
Hiberlian was puzzled by Efatia's reaction, and she wondered why she felt as though she hadn't seen her father and mother in ages, even though they lived together and she saw them every day.
She suddenly felt hesitant to speak with them, afraid that she might blur the lines between dream and reality, turning it all into a nightmare and causing her to lose this intense yet serene happiness once more.
Moreover, the cathedral was filled with friends she had known since childhood, all of whom offered her sincere and friendly gazes, seemingly devoid of any resentment.
The beauty of the moment threatened to overwhelm her.
Her hand trembled as she held the bouquet, even though it was lightweight. It was as if she was afraid to accept this happiness.
However, at that moment...
Hiberlian finally seemed to realize a fundamental question—
Why was she at the Ikelite Cathedral today?
She spun around, her eyes fixing on the far end of the cathedral.
There, beneath the central crucifix and amidst the vibrant light and shadow of the various divine paintings adorning the lofty walls, the multicolored glass windows refracted the sunlight into countless speckles of light, gently showering the platinum-hued petals below.
A figure stood beneath the crucifix, a gentle, familiar smile playing on his lips.
The platinum flowers seemed to come to life in the soft breeze, shimmering with a delicate fragrance, and he stood at their end.
In that instant, Hiberlian felt as though she had lost all capacity for thought.
The day before, she had meticulously crafted her wedding vows, afraid that she might forget her carefully chosen words or lose her composure and the dignified demeanor expected of a duke's daughter.
But earlier, as she had walked down the aisle with her father by her side, her nerves had gotten the better of her, and she had nearly forgotten where she was, what she was supposed to say, and the significance of the day.
Hiberlian tried to calm her racing heart with deep breaths, to no avail. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own.
It was only when she fixed her gaze on the radiant figure in the distance that she truly felt at ease.
Hiberlian's nervousness began to fade.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the most important moment.
Following Duke Migaya forward, she stopped in front of Lanchi.
"May your future life be filled with happiness. May God, who has brought you together, keep you forever inseparable in your unique destiny."
With profound trust, Duke Migaya carefully placed Hiberlian's hand into Lanchi's, his voice filled with both authority and tenderness as he bestowed his blessing.
Hiberlian's hand trembled slightly, and in the solemn atmosphere of the Ikelite Cathedral, the touch of their fingertips seemed to convey a silent vow.
She looked at Lanchi, unsure if this was an illusion conjured by her mind or truly him.
As the soft melody of the harp filled the air, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still in that moment.
The sunlight streaming through the cathedral's windows bathed them in a golden glow, and the feathered wings seemed like a blessing from the Goddess of Fate.
Lanchi leaned in slightly, and Hiberlian felt his presence drawing closer. She could sense the beat of his heart.
As she closed her eyes, anticipating the kiss that would seal their vows, her heart raced out of control.
Then, she suddenly jolted awake in her bed.
"Hmm?"
On this night bathed in the moonlight of midsummer in July, in the top floor of a seaside villa mansion, Hiberlian could see the starry sky and the bay through the window as soon as she got out of bed.
Although it was late, the bedroom was quiet and cozy, illuminated by moonlight and a warm table lamp.
The quiet was broken by a faint sound—the rustling of pages being gently turned on the tall wooden table.
Hiberlian stared blankly at the figure sitting in a chair not far away.
He wore a gray suit as deep as the night sky, exuding an air of stability and elegance.
In the soft light, his posture seemed even more upright, and his eyes held the depth of wisdom that comes with age.
"So it was just a dream," she thought with a sense of relief. "How could Lanchi ever change from his usual dark suits to a white tailcoat and marry me? He'll always dress like a principal."
With that realization, Hiberlian exhaled a breath she had been holding in her chest.
Noticing that Hiberlian was awake, Lanchi soon turned to look at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, his eyes filled with concern as always.
"Nothing!" Hiberlian exclaimed, waving her hands frantically as the memory of her dream rushed back to her, causing her cheeks to flush.
It had been a while since she had seen Lanchi, and now that they were finally reunited and alone together, there was so much she wanted to say.
However, recalling the events of that morning at the palace, her own cries, and her dream just now, she found herself at a loss for words.
Despite their usual easygoing conversations, she now felt awkward being alone with him.
"Did... did you happen to see my dream just now?" Hiberlian asked tentatively, after taking a while to compose herself and calm her rapid breathing.
"I pulled you out of the Gentle Slumber barrier quite some time ago, but seeing that you haven't been resting well these days, I didn't want to wake you up," Lanchi replied, setting down the book he had been holding with one hand and walking over to sit in the chair beside Hiberlian's bed.
He had already taken care of the incident that occurred that morning, and now that things had temporarily settled down, he had brought Hiberlian back to the mansion across the bay. Princess Calliella had even personally asked him to take care of the princess.
Unless it was an emergency, Lanchi wouldn't interfere with someone's dream.
The last time, in the negative fourth floor of the prison, if he hadn't woken Hiberlian up, she would have remained trapped in her dream until her soul dissipated. This time, however, Calliella had already ended the spell, so there was no longer any danger to Hiberlian.
He decided to let her sleep peacefully while he kept watch over her.
"By the way, what did you dream about?" Lanchi asked, his curiosity piqued.
Logically, Hiberlian's dream this time should have been similar to the last one.
But from her reaction, it seemed like there was something she didn't want him to see.
"Ugh!" Hiberlian hid her face in her blanket like an ostrich, her cheeks reddening as she gazed at Lanchi's lips unconsciously while looking at his face up close.
(End of Chapter)
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