The golden light emanating from her fingertips fell on her brow and cast a faint golden shimr before her eyes.
Through this golden light, Scarlett Jennings gazed at the person in front of her and found herself sowhat dazed.
Suddenly, she recalled that day.
It was here as well; he held onto her and said,
"Your existence has always been special to ."
At the ti, she hadn’t thought much of it, but in that mont, Scarlett Jennings had a fleeting realization that the "" he spoke of perhaps referred to more than just him.
And also, the Samuel Chalrs of before.
Just like the words he spoke to her now and the way he looked at her, all gave Scarlett Jennings an illusion.
It was as if the person in front of her was the very one she once knew.
Her thoughts surfaced, and almost instinctively, she called out,
"Samuel Chalrs?"
The voice carried a hint of uncertain clarity; at the motion of his hand that rested on her brow, Samuel Chalrs paused briefly, and then he withdrew his hand without responding.
He knew she was calling for the Samuel Chalrs of the past.
The daze in Scarlett Jennings’ eyes faded into clarity with his silence.
A wave of loss swept over her heart, but it lingered for only a mont.
Scarlett Jennings didn’t feel like it was truly her illusion just now. More than an illusion, she preferred to believe that the Vein Soul belonging to Samuel Chalrs was indeed rging with the person in front of her.
At the very least, the Dragon Vein she first t wouldn’t have said such words to her today.
Perhaps it was the familiar golden light before her, or maybe it was the sudden truth that made her miss the person of the past even more.
Knowing it was impossible, yet Scarlett Jennings instinctively reached out and held onto the sleeve of the man about to leave.
Samuel Chalrs paused in his actions but didn’t move further.
With lowered eyes, he observed her fingers seemingly rging into his golden light.
Just as before.
No matter when she approached, his golden light would always first embrace her within it.
Scarlett Jennings seed oblivious to this, still watching him, her voice growing softer as she spoke,
"Samuel Chalrs, thank you."
It didn’t matter if the person in front of her was him or not, but she thought, he would always hear her voice.
She felt the need to say thank you.
Thank you for silently watching over her when she was unaware.
Even now, if he was still trying to get closer to her, what reason did she have... not to wait for him a little longer?
She said,
"You asked to wait, and I agreed. But, could you... not be too long?"
Although no matter how long it took, she would wait.
But if possible, she wished that the day of his complete return could be sooner, just a little faster...
Unexpectedly, Samuel Chalrs saw the light in her eyes, no longer intentionally cold and distant, but filled with anticipation, her gaze completely enveloping him.
An indescribable emotion filled his heart as he looked steadily back into the light in her eyes,
After a long pause, he answered hoarsely,
"Okay."
...
The bright moon hung high, the last dark cloud quietly dispersing in the ink-blue sky.
The moonlight poured over every cobblestone in the ancient mountain village.
It also happened to illuminate a dragon and a turtle sneaking a peek from the second floor.
Yet clearly, a certain awkwardness lingered in both of their expressions.
Especially Dashiell.
The imagined scene of emotional embrace was completely absent.
Dashiell even doubted if his logic, after Dragon Transformation, had diverged from that of ordinary people?
After all, a Divine Dragon must be different from ordinary people.
He sighed inwardly, this was probably the loneliness after transforming into a dragon.
Not watching the two downstairs any longer, Dashiell flicked his tail and the small Silver Dragon in its Silver Armor took flight into the air.
He still had another task tonight.
Shellback saw him leave and instinctively asked him,
"Where are you heading?"
Only to realize as he spoke that this person couldn’t hear him.
He clicked his tongue ntally.
What did Dragon Transformation matter? He couldn’t even hear the voice of his system?
Despite his internal grumbling, he quickly wove through the Black Mist, pursuing the direction where Dashiell left.
Initially thinking the little dragon was going sowhere to show off again.
In the end, after following him all the way, it led to the mountain’s base.
The mountain village was tranquil, especially after nightfall.
Without the noise of the city, the villagers rarely stirred after dark, tending more to enter their dreams early.
Boshan was one among them.
Following a familiar aura, Dashiell easily found where Boshan was.
Over the past few days, he had learned about Boshan’s identity from the villagers of Artefact Village.
He was the Village Guardian of Blossom Village.
A soul with imperfections, heart as innocent as a child’s.
Yet truly, he was the one destined for him.
No matter who he was, having facilitated his opportunity for Dragon Transformation, he was certainly Dashiell’s benefactor.
Tonight, Dashiell had co to repay that kindness.
Though he ca to repay, he knew he couldn’t interfere with the Village Guardian’s fate.
Nor could he fully restore his soul.
After much thought, he decided to gift him a dream—
Moonlight cascaded down, illuminating the small paths between the villages and happened to bathe Boshan in its glow.
Boshan looked around the familiar village in a daze. Soon, the confusion in his eyes turned to joy, and he laughed silly as he picked wildflowers and strolled toward the village.
Only today, the familiar village path inexplicably branched into several new paths.
Boshan, curious, stepped forward and in the next mont found himself treading into a different world.
The night market bustling, lights blazing.
A sight he had never before witnessed.
Since he had gained consciousness, he always resided in the village and had never left.
Nor had he wanted to.
Yet now, seeing this bustling night market, the bustling barbecue stalls, sparked a curiosity in him.
He stood there for a long ti, hesitant to step forward.
He felt a little afraid.
He did not recognize anyone there.
Just as he thought so, suddenly, he was surrounded by many people.
Villagers of Blossom Village, Niu Niu, and Jade Bennett.
They looked at him, smiling, "Boshan, let’s go. Auntie treats you to skewers~"
Even Niu Niu tugged at him, childishly saying, "Uncle Boshan, I want to ride the spinning chairs over there, will you co with ?"
And so Boshan allowed himself to be pulled into the night market by them.
There were many novel little items in the night market, plus many fun things.
He walked from the entrance to the end, hands filled with various snacks and delicacies, lights bright as they lit the city.
He walked from night until dawn, witnessing mountains, seas, tall buildings, and skyscrapers.
He traveled roads he had never taken, gazed upon colors he had never seen.
Just when those around him thought he would keep walking, Boshan paused.
Looking at these familiar people, he bead a foolish grin the sa as before,
He said, "Boshan, ti to go ho."
Blossom Village was his ho.
Outside may be wonderful, but he longed to return ho.
Thusly, a familiar village path reappeared before him; a gentle breeze teased his eyes, he rubbed them, and when he opened them again, a giant Silver Dragon cloaked in its Silver Armor stood before him.
The Dragon spoke, but it was a voice akin to a youth, questioning, "Boshan, don’t you want to see more of the world outside?"
Boshan shook his head, unwilling.
His legs were tired.
The Dragon did not press him further, rely said, "Should you ever wish once more to experience the world outside, just call for ."
With these words, it reached out, and a piece of Silver Dragon Scale fell into his hands.
Boshan then heard the little dragon proclaim in a rather majestic voice,
"Boshan, you aided my Dragon Transformation, thus I grant thee three wishes, this as proof..."
The youthful voice faded, and the Dragon vanished.
Boshan awoke from the dream, sensing sothing.
He raised his hands to find in them a beautiful piece of Silver Dragon Scale.
With rough, big hands, he caressed that Dragon Scale gently, then grinned and called out to it,
"Hello, little dragon."
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