Becoming The Villain's Family

Chapter 118

Vincent blinked with a blank face.

“Why did you say that now… of course. You didn’t have the time to tell me…”

And he muttered with a grouchy face while plucking the grass on the ground for no reason.

“I thought the world was falling apart because my expectations were wrong.”

“…to that extent?”

“Of course. What I expected has never gone wrong!”

Torn grass piled up next to Vincent.

It was unfair that he had a hard time alone, but he couldn’t argue with Aria, so he felt like he was raging for nothing.

Aria stared at Vincent, who was hooked on some strangeness, and stroked his head.

“Your prediction is correct. Totally correct.”

“Well, I thought so. I can’t be wrong!”

Yes, yes. For some reason, he seems to be getting more and more foolish.

Aria comforts Vincent, who reacts just as expected, and says.

“Actually, it was a little difficult to control my emotions. It was such a sad dream that I cried the whole time I slept.”

Aria knew when she woke up, seeing the tears running down the corners of her eyes.

She knew she was still crying. And she realized.

Just as she got the sheet music for ‘Song of Dawn’ through her dreams, she also got the clue about Atlantis through her dreams after singing the song.

“Then why Sister-in-law passed out for three days…”

Vincent said as if he had just realized it. Aria nodded her head.

“Yes, I think because I was dreaming.”

The dream seemed to be made to be dreamable when she sings the Song of Dawn. Just as she saw Atlantis buried in the sea when she slept with the conch pearl in her arms.

“Ah, so that’s why Sister-in-law’s doctor has made a diagnosis that there is nothing wrong with your body.”

Right……

She was sorry that she made that person getting suspected as a quack for nothing. Aria decided inside her heart that she had to raise Cuirre’s salary through the butler.

“So, what did you dream about?”

Vincent lifted up his half-drifting glasses with his blue eyes glimmering. He looked like a scholar and took a listening posture.

“That…….”

Aria began to tell the story of her dream as she traced her memory.

Aria!

Aria turned her head at the sound calling her.

“… Lloyd?”

It must have been his voice. But at the end of her gaze, there was only a vast meadow spread out.

‘Is it a hallucination?’

Aria smelled the salty sea brought by the wind and turned her head. The sound of waves was heard from far away.

‘Island on the sea.’

It was too wide to be called an island, and by some standards, even it could be enough to be called a single continent.

Aria thought as she was wandering around an unfamiliar island.

‘As expected, it was a dream.’

The reason she was convinced it was a dream was the same as when she discovered Atlantis under the sea through the conch pearl.