The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1133 Ch.1132 Elendira's Wonderful Adventure Part 1
That was a man who left Elendira speechless.

Being frightened rendered her speechless, and vice versa. In reality, she had the time and the ability to express herself in words—during those days in the iron barrel, she was allowed to read books, some of which were not strictly forbidden.

Poetry, novels, and books and scriptures that teach noble virtues such as sacrifice and dedication.

Elendira had a bellyful of good words to pick up with her milky fingers and stick them onto Mr. Golden Eyes.

but…

Who would have time to ponder words or phrases while looking at that unparalleled face?

If you miss a single glance, you'll regret it so much you'd tear the Book of Eden to shreds like a piece of bread that's hard to swallow at lunch.

"Miss?"

The man, exuding a faint floral fragrance, gently called to the bewildered woman once more.

Elendira snapped out of her daze and immediately realized her rudeness: she almost staggered as she released those lingering hands and subconsciously adjusted her long skirt—the long skirt in her dream was not the one she wore during the day.

A mint-colored, softly layered blue clump of grass, its folds dancing along with the star-like speckles of blue grass that sway in the breeze of the open field.

It was also at this time.

Only then did Elendira have time to observe.

Observe where she is.

—The dome is dark blue.

Ailian's face was covered with spots of measles-like spots.

A huge, pale silver 'track' runs through them, winding towards the horizon.

In the distance, the forest rustled softly; closer still, the blue bushes, glowing like candlelight, seemed like a fantastical world that couldn't possibly exist in a novel—ah, Elendira admitted, she had indeed secretly made a mistake.

I read prohibited books that I shouldn't have read.

"Then...what is that?"

The man said, “A lake, miss. Following Xander’s idea, I transformed it into a hot spring filled with golden sand…”

"It's so beautiful..."

"You too." The man admired her lush, fiery hair.

Elendira lowered her eyes shyly.

She had been praised by too many servants, but never so passionately—sometimes, words are not important, but the users of those words are.

"...I didn't comb it before bed, how rude of me, sir. I...I must say, I somewhat forgot about the little candle's reminder, thinking it was just, just..."

"Just a joke?" The man took off his top hat and casually tossed it toward 'Blue Star Sea'.

Huh.

It exploded into a cloud of mist, and a long-eared rabbit jumped out of it.

The little red-eyed cutie landed steadily, crushing a few plants, glanced back at them, and then quickly ran away with its bottom sticking out.

after that.

Only men bend their arms.

Elendira didn't understand these 'etiquettes'; there were worms in some part of her brain—perhaps that's why her father wanted her to eat less sugar?
"Just hold me tight."

The man gently prompted in a soft voice.

Elendira did as she was told.

“Excellent, miss,” he said.

He immediately started walking.

forward.

It flowed straight across the swaying, star-patterned bushes.

Elendira felt a dampness on her calves: a pleasant, cool sensation of moisture tickling her skin. She could even hear the plants whispering, laughing, and chatting, some of the bolder ones starting to greet her.

They gently bumped her calves with their pretty, spark-like little heads.

She almost subconsciously overlooked one thing:

She doesn't have legs in the true sense.

"You're so beautiful, young lady. What's your name?"

"She's red-haired! Like a flame!" said the little star.

Another little star said.

'You're so ignorant! Your owner wants to collect the whole rainbow!'

The other little stars said.

The whispers in her ear did not instill fear or dread; instead, they gave Elendtila a wonderful, dreamlike sense of joy—she felt just like a girl in a novel, falling off a cliff and finding a mirror she had never shown to anyone before.

Ancient, preserved by countless grandmothers.

After wiping away the dust and using it to reflect her image, she descended step by step from the world, disappearing from the earth's existence along the staircase projected by the mirror…

— Incidentally, this book actually teaches ladies never to be curious about and touch items of unknown origin.

But it had the opposite effect.

The novelist's language is too ornate, and his imagination is more romantic and appealing than wine glasses and policy bills.

Naturally, it had the opposite effect.

When Elendira wanted to see it again, it magically disappeared from the bookshelf.

"Where are we?" she asked softly, unconsciously wiggling her toes on the soft grass.

Interestingly.

Her toes were more flexible than usual, and there was no need for servants to apply grease or fill her complex, vascularized nails with a pungent liquid.

There's no unpleasant smell here.

“In your dream, miss. You simply don’t believe it, not that you don’t know it.”

The man, who was bent over, was looking straight ahead.

A swarm of insects, their spots shimmering with the colors of the sun, danced around them, sometimes near, sometimes far.

In the wind.

"what is that?"

“Fireflies,” the man replied, “but in the Fairy Ring, their lifespan is much longer than in the waking world.”

“Fireflies?” Elendira read it aloud, then became excited. “I know them, sir. I’ve read about them in books.” She subconsciously recited passages from the books she had read over and over again; those once dry, expressionless printed words had now become a vivid scene before her eyes.

"'Swarms of fireflies danced before her grave. Miss Fisher rests here in peace; she will never be alone again.'"

“Yes, miss. They are fireflies. But they don’t just fly around anyone’s grave. They go wherever they want,” the man replied softly.

"Go wherever you want...?"

“Go wherever you want,” he assured her, “just like everyone else.”

Elendira slowly turned her head to look at the man beside her.

Side profile.

The mist from the Jin Lake floated around us, and the moonlight in the distant sky etched a somewhat blurry outline.

Somehow.

A bolt of lightning cleaved through her confusion—lightning in novels often appears in the minds of thinkers.

Elendira raised her voice almost rudely: "You are Roland Collins!"

She was surprised at first, and then covered her lips, which were naturally yearning for kisses, with her other hand that had been brushing against the stars.

She just remembered.

The little candle has said it too many times. Its owner has a face that is unparalleled in the world, a personality that makes people love it again and again—and most importantly, those eyes.

Eyes like amber.

"...You are Mr. Roland Collins! Right? The master of the little candle, the knight in the storm, the holy flame of daytime radiance, the sword of justice in the night..." followed by about a dozen similar titles.

The man beside her remained silent for a long time.

Until they successfully left that cluster of stars that seemed to linger over her.

Elendira heard him muttering to himself… or rather, 'gritting his teeth'.

"This awkward snake..."

(End of this chapter)