Roland suddenly woke up from his dream.
He sat up suddenly from the soft bed, breathing heavily.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he immediately let out a painful groan and quickly covered his eyes with his right hand.
In the previous dream, Roland's right eye was mercilessly pierced with an iron pick. His brain was stirred and beaten into mud like tofu.
The unbearable pain still remained in his mind.
As long as Roland moved his head a little harder, he could feel the pain in his head.
There seemed to be something wrong with Roland's right eye, which was punctured in his dream.
That's more than just being unable to see clearly.
Just by opening his eyes and seeing the light from the outside world, Roland's right eye became dry and painful, and tears flowed down involuntarily.
As if sand was blown into his eyes, or as if his eyes were burned by strong light, Roland's right eye couldn't stop crying.
He rubbed his eyes hard, but it didn't help.
After taking a short rest, Roland wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.
"...May all glory go to my mentor."
Roland overlapped his hands, placed them on his right eye and chanted softly, and silver-white lines emerged from his hands, sinking into his eyes like small snakes.
Soon, Roland felt a cooling sensation in his right eye. The pain also dissipated.
——So, when Roland opened his eyes for the second time without warning, his right eye was stimulated even more intensely than before.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..."
It was as if the light turned into a sharp sword and passed through his right eye. Roland only felt severe pain coming from his right eye.
Compared with the last time, this time, it was as gentle as the flirting between lovers.
Roland could not even open his right eye this time, and his tears could not stop flowing. This time, his left eye was also much moister.
Roland's nose felt sour and he kept wiping the tears that couldn't stop falling with his hands.
Damn it...
Roland was filled with resentment.
Why can't the damage-free chanting be repaired this time?
As long as enough divine grace is spent, isn't it possible to remove the concept of "injury"?
Roland finally realized the seriousness of the problem at this moment.
If the injury cannot be repaired by non-injury chanting, there are only two possible reasons.
One possibility is that the injury is not as simple as it appears.
For example, use an ice pick to pierce the abdomen and mash the spleen and liver.
From the outside, the wound was just a small gap in the left lower abdomen. But in fact, it was the fragile internal organs that were damaged.
In this case, if you use the divine power that is only enough to heal the small gap to perform Injuryless Chant, the "injury" of the small wound will naturally not be removed.
Another possibility is that the pain in Roland's right eye is not included in the concept of "injury".
The instructor believes that Roland is still intact.
"Teacher...what exactly is going on..."
Roland murmured.
But at this moment, the door suddenly opened.
Roland just kept covering his eyes with his hands and turned his head to look at the door with his left eye.
It's Robert.
"Luo..."
As soon as Roland spoke, he realized that because his right eye had been stimulated by a strong light before, not only his nose was sore, but his throat was also choked up.
In order to avoid Robert misunderstanding, Roland immediately shut his mouth.
But looking at Roland with pear blossoms and rain, Robert still fell into silence.
"Hellan, did you have a nightmare?"
"without……"
Roland was about to deny it, but the sound came out in a crying voice, so Roland shut his mouth in despair.
...can't explain it clearly.
"……Feel sorry."
He stood there in trance, looking at Roland, whose face was full of tears and his eyes were wet. He stood in a daze for a long time. Then he suddenly woke up, apologized in a low voice and left.
Roland's whole body felt bad.
Although I don’t know what plot Robert had in mind, in short, it must be the kind of thing that would make Roland want to kill him, so Roland didn’t ask further questions.
"Forget it. That's it."
Roland thought softly and gave up on himself.
But before he could perform another harmless chant to suppress the pain, he heard the door open again.
This time it's Scott.
His eyes were still so cold, and his voice was slow and had an inexplicable rhythm: "His Royal Highness Anvilia wants to see you."
"……knew."
This time Roland cleared his throat slightly before speaking.
But even so, his voice was a bit hoarse.
But fortunately, Scott doesn't care about these details.
He just took two steps forward again, stretched out his hands and respectfully handed over something black.
Scott said softly: "This is the eye patch given to you by His Highness."
Roland covered his right eye tightly with his right hand. He took the eyepatch with some confusion and put it on his right eye smoothly.
Immediately, Roland felt that his right eye felt much cooler.
I tried to open my eyes. Except that my vision was slightly off, there was no pain in my right eye.
Very targeted.
How did Anvilia know there was something wrong with his right eye?
...Wait a minute, isn't it because she saw her dream?
Thinking of this, Roland couldn't help but feel nervous.
Roland's dream is not the world of Farnes.
In fact, except for the day he blew up the City of Fortune, all his dreams were related to the earth.
But to be honest, even if Anvilia discovers that she is a character in the game, Roland will not be too nervous.
After all, to this day, Roland is not sure whether he really traveled to the game world or whether he was hallucinating because he failed to take his medicine on time.
If he had a choice, Roland would rather stay in the Farnes world.
In another world, Roland no longer has anything to worry about.
Instead of living in a muddleheaded way taking haloperidol every day, it is better to live a lively and lively life in the world of Farnes.
At least this place would give Roland something to think about.
In fact, Roland was very grateful to Anvilia.
Although the previous nightmare now caused great trouble to Roland, it also made Roland understand or think of something.
Those were memories from his three blank years. They were an indispensable part of Roland.
Roland had a hunch that if he could figure out the memories of the past three years, he might be able to solve the mystery about his sister.
After the dream ended, memories related to the dream emerged one after another.
As a child of six or seven years old, Roland himself used an iron pliers to kill two thieves, a man and a woman - these vague images still echoed in Roland's mind.
But at the same time, it brought an even bigger mystery to Roland.
Why was he so skilled at killing people when he was six or seven years old?
What had you done before that?
Why didn't your parents come home so late?
And, what Roland values ​​most...
...Why is there no one on that bed?
Even if Scott didn't know Roland was coming, Roland still had to go to Anvilia, even if it was just to understand his dream.
Roland's intuition told him.
Anvilia knew far more than she imagined.
Whether it's for his own memory or his next plan, Roland must find Anvilia.
...I hope things go well for old Joseph on the other side.
Chapter completed!