Chapter 125 – The Celebration and the Beginning of the Wind (5)
There are all kinds of strange experiences to dream within a dream.
Was that a normal dream as well?
It was such a vivid dream that I couldn’t pass it off as a dog dream. I am a multiplayer with a heart of science and a brain of science, but today was the first time I had such a dream.
And what a dream of becoming a woman! I don’t even have the desire to change my gender, but my subconscious made me dream such a dream? I hate to even think about it.
Therefore, just now, it is not an ordinary dream. That’s how I concluded my hypothesis.
“He’s been asleep for quite some time. Did you have a good dream?”
“No, it was my dream to become a brainy wizard.”
“Cook cook. Aren’t you already a crazy wizard?”
What was funny about my words, Bicon laughed while talking nonsense. I don’t know how many sane people like me say that.
Bicon laughed like that before saying.
“Make a seat. Let them come in.”
─Exactly!
The bicorn with the horns snapped his fingers. ─Kurrureung! Then a small hut made of stones appeared in the meadow. Fuck it. He’s a fucking alchemist.
“Why was a guy who could do this captured by a circus troupe?”
“Isn’t this a dream? Tonight I have prepared to meddle in your dreams, so this is easy.”
“Oh, yes?”
It’s honey. I should try it too. It was an opportunity to eat Chapaguri, which I missed dearly. I concentrated my consciousness while striking a pose of a magic tourist.
“Lucid Dream ON!”
But nothing happened.
“Why not?”
“I was just saying that I have been making magical preparations? It is natural that you came without any preparation.”
“It’s my dream, but is someone else controlling it? It’s kind of unfair.”
“Don’t think so. If you refuse, my temporary creation will also disappear. After all, you are the owner of the dream, and I am nothing more than a visitor.”
“Glcuna.”
In other words, is that bicorn guy thinking that he might get caught up in a dream, so he planned a countermeasure and went to sleep?
I’ve heard of magic that prevents or defeats dream demons and other enemies that invade dreams.
I nodded and erased the decent dress Bicon was wearing.
“Heheh?!”
Bicon, who suddenly became naked, squatted down like last time and threw it away. His confident attitude until a few seconds ago seemed like a lie.
“Hmm.”
Wow, this is it.
It was just a thought in my head, but I didn’t think it would disappear without any process. Will that also disappear if I reject it? I just thought about it, but it was cast off with a time lag of 0 seconds.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”
Bicorn squatted down and glared at me. I was the one who stopped banging my head into the eyes that were filled with tears that caused guilt.
“Sorry. I’ll be careful. But aren’t you naked 24 hours a day in foal mode anyway? What the hell are you ashamed of now?”
“There are so many words attached to an apology! Are you apologizing or making fun of me!”
“Uh, no, uh. I’m really sorry. Get dressed quickly.”
“Aww… Angry No matter how much, I never thought there would be a difference in initiative…”
─Whiriririk! Bicorn activated rune magic to restore the white dress. I don’t know what rune it is because my head is hazy, but it was probably a rune meant to protect dreams or consciousness.
‘Ah, come to think of it, I’m wearing clothes too.’
When I looked down at my body, I saw that there were white clothes here too.
The clothes Bicon and I were wearing were somehow similar to Romania’s traditional clothes. Would it be easy to understand if I said it was a little like the clothes of a Greek philosopher?
“The clothes are togas. It’s a suit that doubles as a suit. Men’s clothing is called toga, and women’s clothing is called stola.”
“Ah, that’s right.”
Professor Brahmaton explained. Also, he was a good professor.
Is it a toga It certainly seemed like something I’d heard before. Did you say that the traditional clothes worn by citizens on ceremonial days?
“My dear. Don’t talk to strangers, come in quickly. I am already tired of waiting.”
The bicorn that entered the stone hut urged me. It seemed that he had been waiting for me to wake up, so he was exhausted.
“Professor, let me excuse you first. Oh. But these days, I’m not very good at exercising. I feel like I have become too strong.”
“Haha. Goyan bastard.”
That’s how I said goodbye to Professor Brammaton and followed the bicorn to the cabin. Two steaming teacups were prepared in the plain stone hut.
I sat down in my chair and gestured to the bicorn.
“Now, come to work and sit down. Let’s talk.”
“Why are you acting like your boss? … ?”
“I am the owner and you are invited.”
“You make preparations for your guests and then you speak well.”
That’s okay. I giggled in admiration, and Bicon sat down as if we were tired of the conversation. I clasped my hands without even touching the teacup.
“So what were you talking about? Why did you say that you are reluctant to be exposed only when you are a human being on the subject of exhibitionist foal?”
“Such a topic!! I never responded!! I never took it out!! There is none!!”
By-Kon objected, shaking his body.
“And when in the form of a horse, it even has hair!! I don’t have to wear clothes, so I’m not ashamed!!”
“Yes? Don’t you have hair when you’re human?”
I levitated the table and erased the underside of Bicon’s dress.
Mmm. You are hairless. You are the same as you were born.
So does our franc.
“Hehehhhhh!!”
Bicon freaked out by the surprise 140% missing bottoms phenomenon.
She hurriedly tugged at her top to cover her sleek lower body, which untied her top.
“Hit?! What’s wrong?!”
Bicon, who suddenly became like a guest who was kicked out into the hotel hallway with a towel, cried out with a teary face.
“Worst!! You in my dream are absolutely the worst!! You are the only one who has made me go through such a shameful experience in my entire life!!”
“Wrong? Wouldn’t it be okay because it’s a dream?”
I don’t think you can sue someone for being sexually harassed in a dream.
Ah, but mentally, each person is self-conscious, so sexual harassment can be established.
But in that way, even the Adas who have online sex on Twitter can call themselves Huda. This was a very deep problem.
It’s a philosophical theme with a sci-fi feel.
“It is the worst. Needless to say, it’s the worst. What kind of honor am I supposed to be like this…”
Bicon crying and muttering. As if I had received a serious mental shock, I returned the situation in the cabin to normal.
And I waited for a while until I got my mental right. As I waited patiently, Bicon restored his clothes and said everything.
“My dear. Don’t think or say anything, just drink the tea that’s here.”
– Moongrak. It was a bicorn handing me steaming tea.
“You understand? Drink without thinking. Whatever you want to ask, whatever you want to do, let’s do it first and then.”
“Yes.”
When I was dreaming, I rarely protested against the dream characters. It seemed as if I was in a state of hypnosis, and if I ran away, I ran away.
Maybe that’s why, as Bicon said kindly, I hit a hot car with one shot.
“Kororororororok.”
One-shot steaming tea. It was common sense to burn, but this was a dream world.
In the car, for some reason, it tasted like the same bland drink that Dana used to feed me when she saw me off, but I was able to drink it all without spitting it out.
The bicorn then felt visibly relieved, like a tranquilizer shot at a rampaging elephant.
“My dear. How are you?”
“How are you sleeping, the taste is stable… What?”
After drinking the tea, I felt that my sanity came back a little bit.
So I was able to calmly review the atrocities I had committed earlier. Even the last dream where he grabbed the head of a bicorn and talked about fella handles and all.
“It looks like it went through. I was relieved.”
Bicon drank his share of tea and said.
“This tea is an arrangement prepared by the pillow before the real me goes to sleep. I have implemented magic that restores a little bit of reason without waking up from a dream so that there is no sense of incongruity.”
“Ah, that, yes. Anyway that… What happened before——”
“Stop.”
With a red face, the bicorn cut me off. The atmosphere was that if I said one more word, I would have my tongue sewn up.
“Don’t say anything more. Tonight and last time, pretend nothing happened.”
“… Sorry.”
“It happened. However, even if it’s when reason evaporates, if I keep my sanity and commit the same thing as before, I’ll launch a counterattack. Be mindful.”
─Territt.
He glared at him fiercely, so he nodded his head.
Swallow. I’ll have to be careful. Even if you lose your guard for a moment, your thoughts are immediately reflected in your dreams, so you may make mistakes even now when you regain your senses.
“… I just need to know. Don’t treat the atrocities so far as mistakes.”
Bicon changed his attitude a little, as if he had read my sincerity.
Is it because he owed me a favor in the past? It must have been difficult to forgive even if the genders were opposite, but it was a very merciful ruling.
“When I broke up with you, I said Next time we meet, I will repay this favor and reveal my name.”
Bicon said while setting the mood. Had he made such a promise? The reunion in my dream was so suspenseful that I forgot about it.
It seemed like we could barely have a serious conversation, so I decided to listen sincerely.
“I am Veronica Eclipsis. It is the word of Æsir.”
Asher means the god of Germania. I was a little surprised by the grandiose self-introduction.
“It is the word of the gods. I didn’t hear it wrong the other day.”
It was something I heard the other time when we met in a dream, but I couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
There are quite a few people in this world who claim to be descendants of a god. This is the case with the royal family or high-ranking members of the church.
Still, how proudly he claims to be a descendant of a god!
In a different modern world where gods stopped reaching out to the ground, those words meant quite a lot. To the extent that even I, a 21st-century earthling, felt astonished.
“You mean you are descended from the gods? Not a bicorn?”
Æsir was an Old Germanic title for the gods.
This phrase was found in a ruin and is widely known in the archaeological world. According to records from the early days of ancient civilization, it is said that they were gods friendly to humans.
Veronica shook her head at my question.
“Bicorn is the name of our species. As descendants of Yu Hee-sin, we know that the only races that have survived to the present day are our bicorns, unicorns, and ‘Grani’.”
Veronica said while stroking her horn.
“Could it be said that we all survived because we lost our divinity and were cursed? All I have to say is what I heard from my mother and father. There are many things we don’t know about the whole story of the past.”
It was a very interesting story even though it was only an introductory part. It is a topic that can be used as a subject for a thesis, so greed soars.
‘Arthur. It’s not something that can be studied for a day or two.’
The most important thing in the thesis was reliability.
Why didn’t I decipher the undeciphered document even though I had the ability to translate? Because there was no evidence to prove my interpretation was true.
The same goes for that talk. If it is the secret story of the age of myth and ancient civilization, a thesis that is too good to be written by a master’s student will come out.
‘If only I could prove that I’m not a lunatic who thinks he can talk to a bicorn.’
If I prove it, my future will be in trouble.
‘On the day their translation skills are discovered, the nobles’ new bridegroom slave route will come right in front of them.’
So, this was a research material that could not be used for a while.
No, is it a way to advance independent research based on Veronica’s story? It’s a problem, though, that I can’t figure out how many years it’s going to take me and Fran.
‘… Let’s just keep it in our heads for now.’
One or two years is not enough to find evidence and write it as a thesis. You can memorize this story and study it later when you have time.
And more than anything——there was something else I had to ask.
I organized my thoughts and said.
“Veronica. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Ask me anything I owe a lot to you.”
Veronica responds by placing her hand on her chest. Her bold answer put me at ease too.
Therefore, I asked the question that needed to be addressed first and foremost.
“Are the nine gods and ‘deiwōm dyēus’ the subjects of the gods?”
The subject.
It refers to the custom of calling someone with high status with respect so as not to call them carelessly. As in Romania, Pomona is called the ‘God of Abundance’.
‘That’s why Fran and Paragon briefly argued over the word sky god.’
I never thought the story I heard back then had pierced the core. Even after leaving the answer, I was impressed with the feeling of returning far away.
“I’ve never heard of deiwōm dyēus, but if you’re a Viiiii Óss, you should be familiar with it.”
As I was thinking about the past, Veronica filled a teacup with tea and said,
“Thunderer. Yoo Hee-shin. It is said that the worshipers of the old civilization called the nine gods who led the age of mythology, such as superstition, as the old gods. The nine gods were from different backgrounds and had different appearances, but I heard that there were many who feared their fierceness and followed them.”
– Moongrak. Putting down the teapot, Veronica declared.
“If the Deiwōm Dyēus you mentioned refers to the same person as 【Cheongonggod】, there is only one person in all heaven and earth who can be called that.”
Even without an answer, I noticed what Veronica was talking about.
The goddess of Chug’an (隻 眼), which she had seen in her dream, shimmered before her eyes.
I hadn’t heard of her being a woman, but the records said that she could change her appearance as much as she wanted, so it would make sense.
If ‘Yu Hee-sin’, the ancestor of the bicorn, is the god Loki (Óss Loki), then she is the only god among the gods of Germania who can be called the sky god.
God of magic and wisdom, poetry and death, war and fury, sky and storm!
I mentioned the name of the supreme god of Asgard.
“Himinnoss Óðinn.”
