Super Righteous Player
Chapter 267 - 265 Young Kafney_1

Chapter 267: Chapter 265 Young Kafney_1

Annan’s first response was... it was a good thing he had found Vasily previously.

The four buffs that appeared on him were the ones that Annan had discussed with Vasily earlier, confirmed to be powers he could be blessed with in the nightmare.

Mr. Radiance was the enemy of nightmares. As long as the power was used to combat nightmares, He could respond to almost all rituals.

In fact, the morning light that forcibly ends all nightmares at six o’clock every day comes from the power of Mr. Radiance. He clears nightmares for everyone regularly, regardless of whether they are His followers or not.

Unless they are priests of other gods.

Then they might be working... that is, purifying nightmares. To avoid disturbing the purification work of other gods’ clergy, at six in the morning, only the nightmares of the clergy are not forcibly awakened.

Both the Silver Baron and the Old Grandmother were True Gods who Annan was certain could lend him power. As for the Mysterious Lady... as long as the ritual was complicated and grand, and all the details were correct, She would come willingly.

The Mysterious Lady loved all who were adept at rituals, just as a teacher loves a bright student.

Without these four buffs, the difficulty of this nightmare would have risen...

In actual history, whether it was Annan or Dmitry, Elizabeth or Kafney, they all survived successfully. Even Old Merlin, who followed Annan, had lived for at least a few more months... Apart from the fact that the trade agreement ultimately failed to be reached, no further wars broke out between the two countries.

And Annan remembered this very clearly.

The exact date of Master Michelangelo’s death was November 30, 1498.

And now it was August 8, 1498.

That meant, this nightmare was occurring three months before the "Nightmare: White Tower" timeline. This suggested that even the attendant by Annan’s side had not died... because Merlin Manning had died three months later at the White Tower ritual.

That was just bizarre.

—Who had resolved this incident in the original history?

It couldn’t have really been the nine-year-old Annan, could it?

This shouldn’t be the case, because I’m just a child.jpg

Engrossed in his thoughts, Annan was led by the maid through the side hall into the palace garden. Merlin Manning, the ’index finger’ of the former Heart of Winter, trailed behind Annan like a ghost, silently ensuring his safety at all times.

Under the protection of Old Merlin... under the surveillance of arguably the best silver-ranked Cripple Wizard in the world, Annan didn’t even know where he was "free to move" anymore.

Do I need to lure Merlin away first?

But that didn’t seem right either.

Because Annan remembered very clearly...

The wife of Prince Albert, and her cousin Denton, were both followers of the Rotting Father. Her cousin was even a powerful "Dream Stealer."

A gold-ranked Soul Reaping wizard who could directly alter others’ memories, emotions, and preferences while in dreams!

He was now disguised as a silver-rank, lurking by the side of Prince Albert.

If Annan left Merlin’s line of sight, he really might get whisked away unexpectedly...

Although Merlin was only silver-rank, he was a "Hand of Winter." Blessings from Duke Winter himself had sealed his emotional and speech functions along with the ritual... This might be another usage derived from the "Heart of Winter" talent.

A Hand of Winter with sealed emotions could perfectly restrain Soul Reaping wizards. Even if the opponent was gold-rank, they would not dare to appear before Merlin.

With that in mind, Annan noticed something else:

At this time, Annan shouldn’t have reversed the Heart of Winter yet. That meant, he should be in a state where he "couldn’t feel positive emotions."

Annan needed to adjust his acting a bit.

He had to appear more sullen in front of acquaintances... at least not to give himself away.

Annan’s side mission requirement was "not to reveal his identity."

But it was too vague... Annan wasn’t sure if it meant "not to be discovered as the one who sabotaged the ritual," or "not to reveal that this was just someone’s nightmare."

But in any case, as long as he was careful, there shouldn’t be any major mistakes...

More importantly, there was the "Great Hunt Ritual."

Annan currently didn’t know what this ritual was, where it was, let alone how to break it... This was the primary issue he had to focus on.

Although the main mission didn’t mention it.

But Annan knew in his heart—this mission must be time-sensitive.

After all, Annan and Dmitry couldn’t possibly stay here forever; they had to return to Winter. But for now, Annan was completely ignorant about the ritual, not even knowing how much time was left...

Given the nature of previous nightmares, Annan guessed that the ritual was probably close to starting.

—The time left for Annan was running short!

By the time Annan was led by the maid through the side hall,

he was momentarily stunned by the miracle before his eyes—

It was a sea of glittering silver-purple flowers.

These flowers were peculiar—their outward appearance was similar to roses, but the petals were nearly transparent and pure white. However, the branches and leaves were the color of violets... this sea of white and purple interweaving, pure and clear, swayed with the breeze, reflecting the brilliant light of the midsummer noon.

And in the garden, there were pebbled paths leading to three pavilions of varied sizes.

"This is the place, Your Highness Annan. This is the garden blessed by the Silver Baron, where your spirit will gradually get better," the maid said gently, "Please move on a bit more... Chilled fruit juice has been prepared for you at the pavilion. If you have any other requests, please let me know. I’ll have everything ready for you."

Normally, Annan would have paid attention to the chilled fruit juice—facing anything tasty or refreshing, Annan’s first response was to try it out right away.

But his attention was drawn to something else.

In the sea of flowers, there was a girl dressed in a black tulle dress of the same material as Elizabeth’s, sitting quietly amidst the blossoms. Her black curly hair fell to her shoulders, her features delicate and cute.

The black high heels were taken off and neatly placed by the roadside, and she was barefoot, stepping on the ground.

On her knees rested a small drawing board with crayons in hand. She looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

Her red pupils shimmered with a glass-like texture under the summer sun.

Just like a lifeless doll.

...Is that Kafney?

Annan quickly recognized the girl who was overly intimate with him.

A thought suddenly popped into his head:

Could it be that Annan and Kafney...had become familiar with each other at this time?

The maid noticed Annan’s pace slow down, and she followed his gaze.

She was immediately surprised.

Why was Princess Kafney here?

"Who is she?"

Annan asked with a cold voice.

Noticing that Annan had developed curiosity, old Merlin, who followed behind Annan, rarely lifted his head and silently looked at the maid.

His meaning was simple: Speak quickly.

The smile on the maid’s face stiffened slightly, and then she explained to Annan with a gentle expression, "This is Princess Kafney...daughter of Prince Albert."

"May I play with her?"

Annan asked politely.

The maid smiled wryly with some difficulty, "Of course, Prince Annan. It’s just that Princess Kafney is...quite quiet."

Out of politeness, she swallowed the word "lonely."

Annan gently broke free from the maid’s hand—clearly because she allowed him to—and then approached Kafney sitting in the flower field, staring directly at the sun.

"Looking straight at the sun is bad for the eyes."

Annan approached and fine-tuned his tone of voice.

In the end, he put on a stern face and said something that sounded like something a slightly more mature child would say, "It will hurt your eyes."

"No, it won’t."

Kafney’s tone was elusive and dreamy, her voice incredibly soft, "Mr. Radiance has a very good temper..."

At that moment, Annan noticed the drawing board in her hands.

It seemed to be the silver-purple sea of flowers in front of her.

But unlike what Annan saw...

Kafney was using a deep red crayon.

Like blood, like flames.

Like the color of the setting sun—

...Could it be that the clue was with Kafney?

Annan suddenly remembered that Kafney seemed to have some kind of clairvoyant talent...to see a little of fate’s trajectory.

He asked softly, "Are you drawing?"

At this, Kafney turned her gaze to Annan.

She was silent for a while and then asked indifferently, "Who are you?

"You have the color of winter on you...but now it’s summer."

"My heart is as cold as ice."

Annan recited seriously—this was the Winter family motto, and it was not surprising he knew it.

He extended his hand to Kafney, saying friendly, "My name is Annan Winter. My surname means winter. And you, what’s your name?"

Kafney looked skeptically at Annan’s calm face.

She always suspected that the moment she put her hand on his, Annan would suddenly pull his hand back and then slap her with a laugh...some of her siblings would play such tasteless games.

But as she looked at Annan’s outstretched hand, then at the smiling maid in front of the pavilion, and then at the somewhat frightening skinny old man staring over here from a distance, she vaguely realized something.

It wasn’t long before she tentatively reached out her hand, touching Annan’s palm with doubt and hesitation.

It was not the "warm palm" mentioned in stories, nor did Annan have a "warm smile." Moreover, her fingertips even touched a chilling coldness...

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, she faintly sensed a vague reassurance.

"Kafney."

She whispered, "Kafney Noah...Kafney means to thread fingers through hair.

"...May I call you Anna?"

"It’s Annan."

Annan corrected Kafney’s pronunciation and took her hand.

He said seriously, "Then we are friends now, Kafney."

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