Heroines, Villainesses, and the Hero's Yandere Harem? I want them all! Chapter 24: Nightmares

"Nightmare."

Tch.

I don't know much about this place. What I do know is that even though Nora ca back in one piece—physically unhard—sothing in her changed.

After gaining admission to the academy, she beca more possessive of Jason.

"Nightmare..." I murmured again.

Yeah, this is a problem.

If this world really draws its power from the nightmares of everyone dragged into it... then maybe—just maybe—there was never any "legacy" to inherit at all. Maybe the whole thing was a trap from the start.

But, co to think of it.

The spirit. It's still here.

"!"

That's right, I need to find Nora.

I can't let her reach that spirit first.

Still, spirit or not, what the hell is the actual point of this "Mystic World"? From what I know,Mystic worlds are supposed to be trials left behind by long-dead gods or ancient beings—ant to pass on their power, or sotis...

"To find a vessel," I whispered.

"Exactly," said the Lunatic with a grin, casually walking beside . We were moving through a forest now. No destination. Just walking for the sake of it—because staying in one spot too long with this creep? No thanks.

"You knew all this and still ca here?" I asked, side-eyeing him.

Now that I think about it, this bastard did survive the raid.

Diana and Natasha too.

Hmm.

Okay, now I'm getting excited about this.

"I ca because my intuition never fails ," he said.

God, I hate this guy.

But if he managed to find in this ssed up place, that ans he's figured sothing out about how this place works.

"Hold on," I stopped walking and turned to face him. "How did you find , exactly?"

He'd been dodging that question ever since—but I had a feeling the answer could be the key to finding Nora.

He stopped too, staring at , eyes unreadable. I watched him carefully, then sighed.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Smart," he said, a grin tugging at his lips. "Oh—and just in case you hadn't noticed... Your mask."

My eyes widened....

Haah.

You know what? Screw it. I'm done hiding my identity, if my calculations are in order, then before we actually leave this place, my identity should be set.

I rubbed my temples. "What do you want?"

His grin grew.

"You don't look like any noble I know. And trust , I know all the nobles in this kingdom—from the highborns, the prince and princess, all the way down to the dirt-scraping bottom: Even fallen Nobles, Leland Welling, Mikel Eales, Eren Nevena...." he listed several nas, watching closely.

But I didn't react.

Not even a twitch.

It wasn't just that I realised he was trying to connect the dots to who I really was—It was that I no longer gave a damn about Eren.

The more ti went by, the less I rembered who I used to be as Eren...

I just hope I don't forget why I am doing all of this at so point.

"Leon," I said flatly. He looked right at .

"What. The. Hell. Do. You. Want?"

His smirk faded. "Tell ... who are you really?"

His voice was quieter now. Serious.

"That... I can't tell you," I said.

Silence.

"Heh. I figured you'd say that," he muttered, then frowned. "You're a wild card. I don't like wild cards."

Ah. So that's why he's been tailing .

Do I have to take extre asures?

"Why are you chasing after the Herions' doted daughter? What am I missing here?" he asked, eyes narrowing.

I sighed.

"Fine, How about this... Can you help find her?"

"...Maybe," he said after a beat. "But what's in it for ?"

"Three years from now, we'll be in Arcane City. How about I tell you exactly what the first trial's going to be?"

That got him. His eyes widened, then—slowly, oh so slowly—his grin stretched wide.

"Fine. My intuition says you're not bluffing. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but..." he trailed off, but I knew what he was implying.

I'll probably kill him before we graduate. No way I'm letting soone like you leave for too long.

"I'll lead you to her," he said.

I nodded.

We moved forward again, until I suddenly stopped.There—up ahead—sothing caught my eye.

"Wait... You said this world feeds off nightmares?" I asked, my palm starting to itch.

"Yeah."

"Then..." I began, but he cut in—

"Exactly what you're thinking. Monsters straight out of nightmares."

...Fuck.