Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 735: Some Of The Truths Of The World [Part 1]

Chapter 735: Some Of The Truths Of The World [Part 1]

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A little girl with shoulder-length blue hair giggled and clapped her hands as the doll in front of her started to dance.

Ethan estimated that the girl was around two to three years old because she was quite small and extremely young.

However, there were shadows swirling around her, which were manipulating the doll to move in order to entertain the little girl.

Suddenly, the other dolls inside the room rose and started to dance around the girl, making her giggle and clap even more.

In the eyes of others, this might look like a scene from a horror movie.

Truth be told, that was what Ethan was thinking at the moment.

But the baby showed no fear as if she instinctively knew that the dolls would never harm her.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, and a dashing middle-aged man entered the room with a big smile on his face.

Noticing his arrival, the little girl hurriedly stood up and ran toward the man. Her arms were spread wide, and she had a smile on her face.

The middle-aged man chuckled as he lovingly picked up his granddaughter, whose cheeks he peppered with kisses. Joanne giggled, enjoying the affection.

"Did my granddaughter have fun playing?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Yes!" Joanne replied. "Granpy."

"It's not Granpy, it's Grandpa."

"Granpy."

"Grandpa."

Another chuckle spread inside the room as a middle-aged lady appeared behind the man.

She gave Joanne a kiss on her chubby cheeks.

"Who am I?" the middle-aged woman asked.

"Granny!" Joanne replied.

"That's right.” The middle-aged woman reached out to hold Joanne, stealing her from her husband.

"How come she calls you Granny, and me Granpy?" the middle-aged man sighed.

"Maybe she loves me more?"

"Impossible. Joanne loves me more."

As Ethan watched this scene, a warm feeling uncontrollably spread inside his chest.

A few minutes later, the scenery started to fade, which meant that he had lost his connection with the dream.

Back in the real world, Ethan slowly opened his eyes and felt something soft and warm in his embrace.

It took a while for his sleepy brain to realize that he was hugging his sister, who had decided to sleep with him because she was feeling lonely.

This was the third time that Joanne had slept with him in Dud Manor, and it reminded him of the time they had spent in the Magdar Kingdom.

Back then, it was Ramona who tried to help the siblings close their distance from each other.

At first, Joanne was very hesitant to do it, but after a while, sleeping with her best friend and her brother had become a habit.

"Three in the morning,' Ethan thought as he glanced at the clock that was hanging on the wall. 'I believe they call this the witching hour, right?'

While he was thinking these thoughts, Joanne hugged him tighter and buried her head in his chest.

Ethan smiled faintly and hugged his sister firmly before planting a kiss on her forehead. That kiss seemed to have an effect because a smile appeared on Joanne's face as she slept. Perhaps, she reacted because her grandparents were kissing her in her dreams.

Ethan remained still and simply held his sister close.

Both of them had grown up alone, but they were both loved by their grandparents.

While he didn't mean to see Joanne's dream, it seemed that his ability, Dream Walker, activated because they were sleeping together.

He didn't expect that through his dream, he would be able to see his grandparents, whom he hadn't seen when he visited Caer Wydion.

Aside from Catherine and his father, Lleu, he didn't get a chance to see his other relatives.

However, he believed that his Grandparents had not met him on purpose.

While he didn't know what their reasons were, he had a feeling that he would meet them when the time was right.

Suddenly, Ethan felt someone hug him from behind, making his body stiffen for a brief moment because he was caught by surprise.

"Sorry, did I surprise you?" Lilith whispered.

"A bit," Ethan replied softly, making sure to not wake up his sister, who was having a happy dream.

"Can't fall asleep?" Lilith asked using telepathy, which was the ability of the ring that Ethan had given her as an engagement ring.

"Yes," Ethan replied. "I woke up feeling awake, but I want to sleep a little more."

"Then close your eyes and just relax," Lilith said. "Dream of me, okay?"

Ethan smiled as he closed his eyes. He had gotten to know Lilith better because he would often sleepwalk into her dreams, allowing him to know what kind of life his lover had lived

before meeting him.

Through it, he saw the harsh training that the Catkins of the Orpheus Clan had gone through and also the missions that Lilith had undertaken.

The Orpheus Clan was the Spy and Assassin Forces of the Valentin Family.

They would move to deal with threats that they believed would harm the Protector Clan's interests, as well as the interests of their Masters.

Through her dreams, he understood the inner workings of the Orpheus Clan, as well as the secret arts that they practiced.

Sometimes, Ethan wondered if his Dream Walking Ability was a blessing or a curse.

Everyone had their secrets, so he felt a bit guilty whenever he got a glimpse of these secrets through his lovers' dreams.

But as Ethan once again fell into sleep's embrace, he found himself dreaming his own dream. However, an unexpected visitor was there, giving him a pleasant surprise.

"Well, it has been a while since we last met each other," a handsome middle-aged man with a devilish smile greeted Ethan. "I'm sorry to meet you like this, but I think you are ready to see some of the truths of the world, which many people don't know."

Ethan blinked once then twice as he gazed at the Founder of Brynhildr Academy, Fortis Dud,

who had invaded Ethan's dream without his permission.

"What truths are you talking about?" Ethan inquired.

"Instead of telling you, it will be much better if I just show you," Fortis Dud replied before

snapping his fingers.

Immediately, Ethan found himself falling from the sky, diving head-first into the center of an

active battlefield from hundreds of years ago.