Reborn After Betrayal: The Frail True Princess Decides to Give Up

Chapter 213 : Time to Wake Up, Foolish Saintess

At Marianne's words, Ariel was thunderstruck, her body swaying as her face turned deathly pale."No, even so, even if we can't have that child, I cannot let her go!"

Ariel gritted her teeth, her voice becoming firm again. "I'm sorry, Mother. This time, I must take Celitia away!"

Holding Celitia tightly, Ariel hesitated no more and charged toward the church window.

The nearby guests tried to stop her, but no one was a match for Ariel—they couldn't stop her at all.

Ariel crashed through the glass and jumped out of the church, leaving that chaos far behind.

Celitia covered her face and sighed deeply.

Earlier she had hoped everything before her eyes was real, but now Celitia was extremely grateful that it was all just a dream.

Otherwise, it would be too terrifying...

After rushing out of the church, Ariel held Celitia tightly and burst into an empty house nearby.

"Wait here for me," Ariel instructed. "I'll go find a carriage right now. We'll leave together, go somewhere no one can find us."

Hey, there was actually a sequel?

Celitia really didn't know where to begin with her complaints.

"Please put me down first." Celitia spoke up.

If not for trying to figure out how to wake Ariel up, Celitia really wanted to slap her head a few times back at the church to make her sober up.

She was only barely tolerating this for the sake of it being a dream.

When Ariel woke up, if she still remembered this dream, what kind of expression would she show?

Thinking of this, Celitia couldn't help feeling anticipatory.

"Oh, okay."

Ariel hurriedly set Celitia down on the ground.

Even so, Ariel still gripped Celitia's arm tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Even if what Mother said is true," Ariel's golden eyes were full of sadness, "I can never let go of your hand again, Celitia."

"I hope I can call you 'Lily' like Sophia does. May I?"

Celitia thought to herself that this script was all wrong.

Things had developed to the pregnancy stage, yet she hadn't even managed to use a nickname?

Speaking of which, just how did the pregnancy happen anyway?

Could someone tell her?

Countless complaints flowed through her heart, but Celitia chose to go along with Ariel for now:

"Fine, call me whatever you want."

Ariel's sad eyes suddenly lit up with bright light: "Wonderful!"

"However..."

Celitia felt like teasing her a bit. She cleared her throat and asked with mock seriousness: "How do you know the child is yours? What if it's Sophia's?"

After asking this question, Celitia's mouth twitched first, not knowing how much effort it took to keep herself from laughing out loud.

"This..."

Ariel was stunned, stumped by this question, and answered thoughtfully: "I just think it is."

Hesitation gradually turned to determination as Ariel declared firmly: "Even if it's Sophia's child, I don't mind. I'll definitely treat her as my own child."

Celitia: "..."

This person was too upright—teasing her had no sense of achievement at all.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"No matter what happens, I want to be with you."

Ariel held her tightly and murmured: "No one will ever force us apart again..."

Listening to her words, no matter how absurd it felt, Celitia's heart couldn't help but soften.

For the always rule-abiding Ariel, even in a dream, making such a decision must require considerable courage.

She hoped that one day, Ariel could truly find someone who would make her break through all constraints.

"Alright, alright, I understand everything." Celitia spoke gently. "This time, I'll refrain from mocking you."

"What's wrong?"

Ariel didn't understand and looked down at her in surprise.

"What I mean is—"

Celitia drew out her tone and looked up at Ariel, who was more than half a head taller than her.

She suddenly stood on her tiptoes and forcefully knocked her head against Ariel's forehead.

"You've been dreaming long enough! Time to wake up, foolish Saintess!"

"Ow!!"

Caught off guard by Celitia's headbutt attack, Ariel cried out in pain and couldn't help covering her forehead.

Celitia took the opportunity to break free from her embrace, grabbed Ariel's arm, and pressed her against the wall.

"You—what are you doing?!" Ariel tried to struggle.

Celitia shook her head at her: "Don't move around. Let me see what's really going on."

One sentence stopped Ariel's movements. Celitia reached out and placed her palm on Ariel's forehead.

Celitia closed her eyes and carefully sensed the condition of the circuits within Ariel's body.

Looking at the girl before her, Ariel's heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Was she... going to kiss her?

Unconsciously, Ariel also closed her eyes.

Soon, Celitia felt that faint power that didn't belong to this world.

The so-called "dark matter" energy...

Resonance occurred in her body, and an extremely cold energy emerged from her chest, flowing along her circuits like a blade.

Celitia gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and tried to guide this power to leave Ariel's body circuits.

This time, she could definitely do it.

That cold energy circulated through the circuits several times before finally following Celitia's guidance and flowing into her palm.

"Ugh...!"

The mark sent sharp burning pain. Celitia groaned and gripped her wrist tightly with her left hand.

After a long while, the burning sensation slowly faded and gradually subsided.

Celitia breathed a sigh of relief.

Done.

Ariel should wake up now, right?

However, the dream didn't seem to end.

Celitia looked around—she was still surrounded by complete houses, not the broken walls and ruins of reality.

Searching through her memories for a moment, Celitia had a vague guess.

This might be a connected dream that overlapped with reality.

Because other people still existed, even waking Ariel wouldn't end the dream.

Ariel, who had fallen asleep at some point, finally stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

"What happened...?"

Looking at Celitia who had her pressed against the wall, Ariel's face was full of confusion.

"That's what I should be asking you."

Celitia replied coolly, releasing Ariel and leisurely dusting off her hands.

"You should ask me?" Ariel was even more confused.

She rubbed her still-aching forehead and struggled to remember.

"I think... I had a rather strange dream?"

Gradually recalling the dream's content, Ariel's face turned redder and redder.