Seventh Chapter Departure, New World!

Roland couldn't help but fall silent.

Indeed, to him, the five senses were merely inherent attributes of the world, nothing rare or precious. Dreams, too, were considered a fabricated land of fantasy due to their strangeness and incompleteness. But for Phyllis, this had become the perfect world she had longed for, its significance perhaps akin to a lamp suddenly appearing in a pitch-black abyss. No matter what difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, she would still rush towards the light without hesitation.

If her intrusion was truly just an accident, and she would be unable to enter again once she left, what she would lose was probably far beyond what he could imagine—having finally arrived at the long-lost perfect world, only to relive pain in the end, would be too cruel to Phyllis.

Roland sighed softly and reached out to pull her up. "I understand. Let's postpone the test until tonight."

Two days in the dream world were roughly equivalent to a whole night in reality. Postponing it until night was only a few hours later, not a big deal, but she could use this time to experience this brand-new world.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." After getting up, Phyllis raised her elbow and pressed it against her chest in salute, the unique etiquette of the Association members towards those in high positions. "I now understand somewhat why you were able to win the support of the Witch Union."

Just as Roland was about to say something, the bedroom door was suddenly knocked loudly, and Jieluo's voice came from outside, "I've made tea. Do you want some?"

What is this guy up to again? According to her usual habits, she would definitely not want to see him for most of the day after being angered, let alone boil water and make tea. What was with this constant knocking and forced tea drinking?

He frowned and opened the door, but the little girl's hands were empty. She glared at Roland first, then poked her head in to look Phyllis up and down, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Hey, where's the tea?"

"It's in the living room. Get it yourself," Jieluo snorted coldly. "By the way, don't make weird noises. You're disturbing my homework!" After saying that, she flung her hand and left.

Uh... is that the reason? Roland shook his head with a wry smile. Kids these days know too much. If it were him back then, he wouldn't have thought about weird things at all. He would only have asked with concern if she felt unwell and needed to go to the hospital.

Closing the door again, he shrugged and said, "Don't mind her. Kids born in the 2000s are like that. Times are different, after all."

"Born in the 2000s? Different times?" Phyllis asked blankly, "Her relationship with you is...?"

"Just a lodger," Roland waved his hand, not going into detail. Although he had told her about the soul battle with the Pope, he didn't tell her that this little ghost was the former Pope of the Pure. Jieluo had been reborn in the dream world and had nothing to do with the past anymore. There was no need to connect her to another world.

"I understand," she bit her lip. "Then... please continue, you can use other methods. This time, I will try my best not to make any noise."

Roland couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Are you addicted! There are so many fun places in this world, why focus on the pain.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "Now that we're in the dream world, I'll take you out for a stroll."

"Can I... go out like this?" Phyllis asked in surprise. "This place is obviously very different from Neverwinter City. Wouldn't it cause you trouble if others notice me?"

So she hadn't failed to notice the dramatic changes in the surrounding environment, she probably just thought this place was like the four kingdoms that discriminated against witches, where those who were obviously different would attract discrimination and pohài.

"If you're really a witch, you'll only become a star in the dream world," Roland laughed. "I said, this is a whole new world. Being unique is not only harmless, but also sought after—provided you don't break the law."

"Is, is that so?" Phyllis's expression suddenly became excited. "There are taverns and inns outside too, right?"

"You want to taste the wine and food?" He raised the corners of his mouth. "Of course, and there are more varieties than you can imagine."

In other words, her previous plan was to stay indoors all day, constantly reliving the taste of pain? Although the lethality of a beautiful and gentle woman with a look of eager torment was extraordinary, it felt like it would drag him onto a high-speed road of no return.

Thank goodness he hadn't made a big mistake.

"By the way, now that you've changed back to your original body, can you still use magic?"

"Ah... I forgot about that," Phyllis exclaimed softly. "Please let me try."

She closed her eyes and concentrated, but nothing happened for a while.

"It doesn't work?"

"No... I can feel the magic vortex, but I haven't used it for a long time and I'm a little unaccustomed to it," she said somewhat embarrassedly. "Please wait... it's coming out soon."

As soon as she finished speaking, two withered, twig-like black claws shot out from her back and raised to both sides of her shoulders, looking like she had a pair of ghost hands, or a pair of featherless wing skeletons.

Roland stroked his chin and asked, "This is..."

"I call them Blade Claws," Phyllis breathed a sigh of relief. "The claws can extend and retract freely within the range of my ability, and they are far sharper than ordinary ironware. When fighting the demon army, they can protect me from sneak attacks from behind, and also fight against powerful high-level demons with me."

"So you were a combat witch."

"That's right. During the Taquila era, I served as a guard for the Three Chiefs." She paused. "But there's one thing I don't quite understand. According to the research of the Exploration Society, magic should come from the Red Moon. Why does magic exist in the dream world too?"

"Although this world is built according to my will, it's probably inseparable from the Red Moon. I'm still exploring this. Let's talk about it later when we're strolling around." Roland spread his hands. "Since we've decided to postpone the test until tonight, let's not waste any time now."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Phyllis said excitedly.

It's Saturday anyway, so I might as well bring Jieluo along, otherwise, this little devil doesn't know how long she'll be sulking.

"Also, in the dream, you don't have to call me Your Majesty, just call me Roland. There are no kings in this era."

"Then... please allow me to be impolite."

Whether it was his imagination or not, the respect Phyllis showed at this moment was far more sincere than before. He thought to himself, if he could gain the full support of the Taquila witches in this way, this accidental intrusion might not be so bad after all.