Whether it was the lingering effects of the alcohol or the reappearance of the "Chain of Obedience," I couldnât say. But the strange dreams Iâd had since early morning had left me feeling somewhat drained today.
"Lilith, are you alright? You look a bit tired," Ethan noted, eyeing me.
"Yes, Iâm fine, Master Ethan. No need to worry about me."
â¦Still, meeting his eyes and speaking normally felt awkward after that dream. Of all things, why did it have to be such an unforgettable dream? With this, and that odd dream of Ethan dressed as a butler, I couldnât help but wonder if I was, perhaps, a little⦠unsatisfied in some way.
But stillâ¦
At least I could be relieved that none of the events from that dream had come true. If my relationship with Ethan ever twisted to that irreversible point, it would surely spell nothing but ruin. In the dream, I had been unable to free myself from Ethan, resigned to a fate as his pet. Iâd worked so hard to reform him, turning him from a villain to a better person, so for me to end up as some trained slave like in the original story⦠would be pointless.
In a way, the dream-Ethan was like a âmildâ version of the ruthless one from the original, with about 99% of his cruelty dialed back. At least he hadnât forced me into anything with other men or animals under the guise of punishment, which was a small mercy.@@novelbin@@
â¦But I should remain cautious. Even though the dream wasnât real, maybe that little âpet playâ session last time had awakened something in him. Judging the real Ethan by his dream counterpart might seem strange, but there was no harm in being careful.
Who knows? Perhaps the residual powers I had as a saint could have triggered some kind of vision. After all, in the original game, Lilith, despite facing numerous forms of corruption, managed to reawaken as a saint. If such a unique ability lay dormant within me, there was even a slim chance that I, too, could regain sainthood.
At least, if I hadnât transferred my saintly powers to Celesta, she couldâve continued down her path to becoming a saint in her own right.
And if my powers truly had resurfaced as a prophetic dream, then maybe last nightâs dream wasnât something to dismiss too lightly.
âI should probably do a little checking.â