Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 222 A Journey Through the Dream World

Kingdom of Rune, Backlund.

Christie fell asleep full of anticipation, her last thought being of the star chart her noble teacher had shown her during the day—truly the most awe-inspiring and enchanting thing in the world.

She quickly drifted into a sweet dream, but at one moment, she seemed to arrive at a staircase that seemed to have no end in sight.

She seemed to have forgotten many things, was slightly confused, as if in a dream, and had a sense of awareness but could not clearly determine her own location.

Krist blinked, a little confused, but instinctively she stepped onto the stairs, heading towards a deeper, unknown place.

She didn't feel fear, but rather a sense of anticipation and curiosity, as if something was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.

Perhaps it is the starry sky she longs for?

The novelty reminded her of the adventures she had when hunting with her father.

This put Clyde in a good mood, and the long staircase couldn't stop her.

hum!

After climbing the ninety-nine steps of the Deep Sleep Staircase, Krist seemed to regain some clarity. She arrived at a doorway and excitedly entered.

"Huh?" Krist found herself in her own home, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Until she stepped out of the room, into the garden, and looked up to see the beautiful dream floating in the sky.

"Wow!" The girl was amazed by the various beautiful dreamlike clouds. "I really want to go up and take a look!"

She thought it was the best thing in the world after just one glance.

The moment the girl had this thought, the space around her changed, and she found herself in front of a lake where the opposite shore was not visible.

"Beautiful maiden, is it you calling me?" A wooden boat sailed from the depths of the lake.

The wooden boat looked quite old, bearing the marks of time, and seemed to have some exquisite and rustic patterns, but Crist couldn't make them out clearly.

"Could you take me to the dream realm above?" Krist asked politely.

"Yes, that's exactly what I came for." The boatman was an old man with white hair and a gray beard. His eyes were like clear lake water, reflecting the appearance of everyone.

"What price do I need to pay?" Krist tilted her head, seemingly troubled. She hadn't brought any servants or gold coins.

"All you need is one beautiful thing you've ever dreamed of," the boatman said. "Beautiful dreams are the most precious treasure of the dream world."

"Then I'll give you a small cake!" Christie produced an exquisite little cake from somewhere. "This is the most delicious cake my mother ever made."

"This cake, filled with love and regret, is the best gift I've received today." The boatman looked at the small cake in amazement and accepted it.

"In return, I will become your personal boatman today, and I can take you wherever you want to go."

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Christy jumped excitedly onto the boat.

"I am the ferryman of the Fool's Ship, and it is my duty to receive such a beautiful maiden as you."

The Fool's Boat set sail, but not on the lake. Its bow tilted slightly, and suddenly a stream of water split off from the lake, heading towards the sky, carrying the Fool's Boat toward the dreamlike sea of ​​clouds.

Soon the Fool's Ship pierced through the Dream Cloud Sea and arrived above it.

"How beautiful!" Krist sat on the side of the boat, looking at the shimmering, layered dream clouds. Most of these dreams were left behind by people from the past and have become part of this ocean.

A small portion are also newborns, belonging to those who, like them, remain awake in their dreams.

Criste couldn't resist reaching out and poking one of the flowers.

Boo!

As the dream cloud dispersed, Crist saw the dream hidden within it.

"Sister! Sister! Do you want to play with me?" A child with big, bright eyes peeked out from the dream, his face still covered in mud.

"Ah, no!" Kristen instinctively refused.

"Alright then!" The child wasn't disappointed and turned to resume his dream—he was sculpting little clay figures, a dirty activity that his parents wouldn't allow in reality.

"This is Daddy, this is Mommy, this is me!" The child clapped his hands happily, filled with joy.

"Christie, you're not a child anymore! You're a lady, you can't play in the mud!" Christie glanced at the happy child with some envy, then convinced herself.

The Fool's Ship was still sailing on the sea of ​​clouds, and Crist occasionally reached out to poke at it, to peek into other people's dreams.

"They're all so happy." Kristen was genuinely happy for everyone.

"Hey, there's a pink one." Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she reached out and poked the pink cloud.

"Ah!" Christine's cheeks turned bright red in an instant. She covered her eyes with her hands, but she was so curious that she opened her fingers a little bit.

"How embarrassing." Christy looked regretfully at the closing pink clouds, and then looked somewhat embarrassed at the boatman of the Fool's Ship who was smiling at her.

"Beautiful lady, do you still remember why you entered this dream?" After lingering for a long time on the sea of ​​clouds in the dream, the foolish boatman suddenly asked.

"My original intention?" Krist tilted her head and thought for a moment, finally remembering the starry sky she wanted to see before entering her dream.

"I want to go up there!" Krist pointed to the starry sky above, the deepest and most enchanting place.

"Then, I'll take you to the moon." The foolish boatman rowed the oars, and the foolish boat once again soared into the sky.

Soon the Fool's Ship broke through the dreamlike sea of ​​clouds and headed towards the silver disc hanging in the air.

"Is this what the moon looks like?" Krist asked, looking at the silvery moon with some surprise.

"This is what the moon originally looked like."

Christy accepted this idea naturally, but she still felt a tremor and emotion in her soul the moment she stepped onto the moon.

Above the moon was a majestic white temple. Specks of moonlight shone down on the white palace, and it seemed as if a figure was dancing within it. Crist felt as if she were seeing the embodiment of beauty.

"How can she be so beautiful?" The beauty was so stunning that even Christine, who considered herself a beautiful girl, felt breathless and dared not approach, as if even the slightest movement would be a desecration of the goddess.

"That's the goddess of beauty," the foolish boatman explained to Crist. "This is also one of the fairylands above the dreamlike sea of ​​clouds."

"Here, you can see a real, pure starry sky."

Crist turned her head and looked at the starry sky beyond the moon.

The starry sky was like a dream, with countless stars shining and the Milky Way flowing, its starlight reflecting into the deepest part of her heart.

It was like being in a fairyland, immersed in the beautiful and warm starry sky. The stunning scenery captivated Christie, and she could almost hear the breath of the universe.

(End of this chapter)