Kosma was utterly flustered right now. With Dystopia in his arms, he was completely at a loss.
So this was the strange feeling of holding a girl like this.
Her body was soft, throwing the rhythm of his heart into disarray.
Ugh, what am I thinking about at a time like this!
Kosma cursed himself inwardly.
As his thoughts ran wild, Kosma suddenly felt a damp warmth on his chest, as if some warm liquid was seeping through.
What was going on?
Full of confusion, Kosma hurriedly looked down at Dystopia in his arms.
He saw the girl burying her head, her body trembling slightly, soft sobs escaping her.
Tears streamed continuously down her cheeks, soaking Kosma's clothes.
Why was Dystopia crying…?
Kosma's heart was full of questions, but he didn't dare move.
He had originally been relieved that Dystopia had woken up, thinking it was a good thing, but now this situation…
Ah, feeling frustrated, Kosma didn't want to speak anymore.
And so, the two of them stayed quietly like that for a long time.
Kosma gradually noticed that the surroundings had grown much quieter. The noise and commotion that had been everywhere seemed to have vanished.
Had the earlier chaos been stopped…?
Kosma guessed this to himself.
Unconsciously, Dystopia's tears had spread into a large, damp patch on Kosma's chest. The wet sensation made Kosma feel increasingly awkward.
Dystopia slowly came back to her senses, also realizing something was off.
She subconsciously squeezed the thing she was holding—soft, with a certain give. Reaching up further, she felt hair?
The place where her cheek was pressed emitted a warm breath and a faint, pleasant scent. Wait, this…
This isn't right!
Dystopia snapped to awareness, instantly lifting her head and meeting Kosma's gaze directly.
Oh my god, this situation… it was clearly Kosma holding her!
Then just now… that meant… Dystopia panicked internally, her face flushing bright red in an instant.
Subconsciously, she pushed Kosma away sharply with her telekinesis.
She hurriedly used her telekinesis again to steady herself. Recalling what had just happened, she just felt so embarrassed…
She had actually been crying in Kosma's arms, and of all times, why did it have to be in a situation like this!
Kosma also quickly steadied himself. He wasn't angry; instead, he kept worrying internally whether Dystopia would blame him.
"Um… Dyst," Kosma began cautiously, "I saw you like that… and I didn't know what was happening? So I just…"
He stumbled over his words, "Are you okay? How are you feeling now…?"
Kosma asked tentatively.
He watched Dystopia closely, afraid she might say something blaming him.
"You…" Dystopia started, then paused. "Kosma…"
She took a deep breath, "Just forget what just happened!"
Dystopia really didn't want to bring this up again…
In all her life, it was the first time she had cried while clinging to a boy, and the scene was just too awkward.
"Okay, okay, I'll forget it…" Kosma nodded hurriedly, "I'm forgetting it right now."
As he spoke, he subconsciously touched his chest, feeling only a patch of dampness—the lingering trace of Dystopia's tears.
Dystopia was watching him, her expression complex—a mix of embarrassment and chagrin.
"So… what exactly happened?" Dystopia, having regained some composure, began asking for the reason.
…
Not long after, Kosma quickly explained the whole story to Dystopia, from the Herrscher's attack…
to his own experiences in the dreamscape—though Kosma didn't go into great detail… and then waking up to find himself holding her…
After listening, the two of them, putting aside their awkwardness, hurried off to help elsewhere.
"Kosma, I still have to thank you…"
"…It's enough that you don't blame me."
Kosma was still somewhat halting, internally still a bit worried about what Dystopia might think.
"Why would I blame you?"
Dystopia shot him a look.
"I really didn't mean to hold you…" Kosma hastily explained, afraid Dystopia would misunderstand.
"Alright, alright, it's fine. Let's just say you were too worried about me."
Dystopia waved her hand, the blush on her face having completely faded.
"…Okay."
Kosma rubbed his head, inwardly relieved.
"And it's not like it's a big deal anyway…"
Dystopia muttered this last part under her breath, her voice almost inaudible.
She stole another glance at Kosma beside her, her gaze falling on the teary patch left on his chest, still feeling a bit embarrassed inside.
…
On the other side, Vya was furious, and the consequences were quite serious.
She looked at all the many big brothers and sisters around her, sound asleep and impossible to wake no matter how she called them. She couldn't have been more anxious.
Why are so many big brothers and sisters sleeping!
Vya grumbled, talking to herself as she went to wake up one person after another.
Wake one up, and that person would disappear, but there were still so many left asleep. Vya thought it was so boring.
But she remembered what her sister had said, "Vya must be a patient child!"
So Vya cheered herself on and continued to the next area to provide her wake-up service…
Gotta do my best~
To explain the reason for all this, we have to go back to a little while earlier.
At that time, Vya was sitting comfortably on Mobius's lap, enjoying the soft feeling. It couldn't have been more pleasant.
"Summoning…"
"Summoning little Vya~"
As soon as this voice from who-knows-where faded…
Vya only saw a flash of white light, and she was once again in the consciousness space she hadn't visited in a long time.
"Ah, summon successful~ Now the problem can be easily solved,♪" someone said excitedly.
"Sister Cyrene!"
Vya cried out in delight. Indeed, that head of pink hair was exactly how Cyrene looked when Vya first met her!
"What are you doing here?" Vya asked curiously.
"Let me think… that's also a complicated question?" Cyrene tilted her head, thinking for a moment. "Perhaps it's because of the beautiful dreams of countless people. A vast expanse of dreams collided with your consciousness space."
As she spoke, Cyrene gestured with her hands, "It created a reaction I can't really describe… and finally, relying on the power of these few and your own, I was able to be summoned here again…"
Cyrene pointed behind her, right at the few who had already arrived in Vya's consciousness space earlier.
Those six people waved over here, just to say hello.
They weren't the type to talk much, simply offering silent greetings.
At the same time, they were inwardly pondering how to welcome the next person who was about to arrive. (T/N: Damn, Betrayal… Also its six because Himeko isn't here.)
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