Selena, the warden, temporarily focused her attention on the girl lying face down on the floor of the entrance hall on the fourth basement level of the prison.

Selena had never seen anything like this before, requiring so much magic to construct her illusion, to present her with a [dream destined to be unfulfilled in reality].

Correspondingly, the grander the beautiful dream, the more terrible her psychological trauma.

"Every time I see someone more unfortunate than me, it's an unimaginably wonderful pleasure... it seems you're the main course today."

An unusual light flickered in Selena's eyes, a mixture of pleasure and obsession. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, forming a smile that was both sweet and chilling.

She walked towards the poet of great love, her steps full of ritual, each movement like a preparation before a meal.

As Selena crouched beside the girl and closed her eyes, she gradually immersed herself in a completely new world, the surrounding space rippling with unstable waves.

In that instant, the depths of Selena's heart were completely released, and she felt as if she had broken free from the shackles of her flesh, directly dialoguing with the space of her mind.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene was completely different from the entrance hall on the fourth basement level of Herloom Prison.

She found herself suspended in the high air, and the ever-changing sky of this world presented constantly changing colors, from the soft pink and blue of dawn to the golden red of dusk. At night, the starry sky was like diamonds scattered on black silk, and occasionally a shooting star streaked across, as if a wish could be granted instantly.

Whether time flowed fast or slow, the climate was always mild and pleasant, and the sunlight shone through the light clouds, as a gentle breeze rose, carrying the scent of flowers and fresh air.

Shortly after arriving here, Selena naturally understood the style of this world through the magic of [Fallen Sweet Home]. Here, there was little conflict and inequality, everyone obeyed the rules, respected each other, and tragedies rarely occurred. The rest was mostly no different from the real world.

"What a childish fairy tale world..."

Selena chuckled.

She looked down disdainfully. The buildings were full of futuristic fantasy and classical natural integration, like living spaces and surreal works of art.

All around were suspended buildings and transparent passages. Some parts of the city seemed to defy the laws of gravity, floating in the air. Standing on its terrace, it seemed as if one could reach out and touch the stars.

Light refracted through the complex architectural structures, reflecting dreamlike dazzling colors.

Occasionally, an unreal psychedelic feeling changed between the scenes, seemingly because the Fallen Sweet Home barrier magic could not perfectly depict this world.

"Hehe, watch me make you emotionally collapse, and take a good look at how broken you are."

Selena was now certain that those who would indulge in this umbrella-like dream were mostly vulnerable, pathetic wretches.

Like that noble lady just now, the greater the psychological trauma, the more beautiful the sweet home that would make her unable to extricate herself.

Viewing other people's dreams first began with a ghostly, bystander state, without affecting the operation of the dream.

But if one wanted to interfere and delve deeper into the dream, one would be transformed into a rationalized character, able to start contacting the master of the dream.

After breaking through the barrier of the dream.

Selena's figure also materialized, appearing in another place.

She found herself transformed into a maid in a mansion, holding a tray and teacups.

Looking ahead, on the wide terrace on the second floor of the mansion, a young boy's figure was sitting in front of a canvas, holding a paintbrush in his hand.

The surrounding world seemed to breathe in sync with his brushstrokes, each stroke reflecting the environment of the sky.

The boy seemed to have noticed her, tilting his head slightly to give her a simple greeting.

The boy had black hair and gentle green eyes.

Strange.

Selena thought.

The person lying on the ground should be a black-haired girl. How could the appearance in her mind be a handsome young man?

The boy's existence was like the core of this world. His brushstrokes easily outlined the magnificent scene of this psychedelic city, while also appearing detached and calm.

His paintings did not seem to be bound by this world. On the contrary, this world was following his will, trying to keep up with his paintings.

Although it was not yet possible to see what the boy's deep inner state was, Selena was not in a hurry to probe. She was very good at analyzing a person's dream space.

Selena walked forward.

"Young master, how much longer will you be painting here?"

She placed the teacup on a small round table not far from the boy, then folded the tray and her hands in front of her, stood aside, and asked with a smile.

"I don't know either."

The boy said leisurely and contentedly, not caring about the passage of time at all.

"..."

Selena maintained her smile.

Her heart was already full of anticipation with playful thoughts.

As expected, he was a fool who couldn't extricate himself from the sweet home.

Even this ordinary tranquility could satisfy him.

"Does the young master want to see any ladies today? The weather is so nice. I think it might be more suitable for a date?"

Selena stood near the boy, prompting him.

In the Fallen Sweet Home, as long as he was lured to call out the important people in his heart, it would be possible to find the deepest flaws in his heart.

These were also the people who could hurt him the most.

"...They should be one in retirement, one at a family gathering, and one focused on her career."

The boy thought for a while and replied.

"No, as long as you wish, I can definitely bring you the woman you want to see the most and arrange today's itinerary for you."

Selena hinted.

Although...

How could there be one in retirement?

Is it really interesting to date an old woman?

"No need."

The boy didn't seem to care at all and didn't look back.

"..."

Selena was slightly silent.

Selena felt that this guy did have some slightly different feelings for the three women, but he didn't seem to want to possess them, just hoping that they were happy.

"Then what about men?"

She hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"You probably won't be able to find him."

The boy replied.

"..."

Selena wanted to curse a little, but she held back.

Why did he assert in the dream that she couldn't find that man's whereabouts?

How much did he look down on people from the bottom of his heart?

It seemed that this guy's psychological trauma really had nothing to do with others.

Then it must be related to certain events and experiences.

"Young master, do you hope that something good will happen today?"

Selena continued the topic in a good-natured manner.

It was a little tiring to talk to this guy. His answers were irrelevant and never gave you the answers you wanted.

But the most important thing when probing other people's dreams was patience.

She knew that this more direct suggestion had a higher risk of making the other party aware that this was a dream, but for this difficult case in front of her, going straight to the point was the best way.

Selena was very certain that she would be able to find clues today and then enjoy the sight of this guy completely breaking down.

"I hope for world peace."

"..."

Selena stood aside quietly for a long time.

"Sorry, young master, I'll go out for a moment."

She walked out of the room and went to a distance where the sound would not reach the room.

"※!※!※!!"

She shouted three times in a row before leaning against the wall to catch her breath, readjusted her expression and demeanor, and tried to act like a maid again, returning to the room.

(End of this chapter)