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

Chapter 211 : Wedding in a Dream

Celitia stood in place, thinking silently.She was certain that Benita had been right beside her just moments ago.

But after approaching these ruins, she had mysteriously disappeared.

After searching around for a while, Celitia couldn't find any trace of Benita.

Looking back again, Celitia discovered that Monica, who had been walking ahead, had also vanished.

How strange.

It really was like what that village woman said—this place was as if it were haunted.

Her right wrist felt slightly hot. Celitia raised her arm and rolled up her sleeve, seeing the faint glow of the mark on the inside of her wrist.

No wonder Celitia had felt this place had some inexplicable attraction for her.

Celitia was almost certain that the abnormality in this area was related to demons and the Goddess of Night.

She and Benita must have been separated unknowingly. Had she entered these ruins?

Undoubtedly, Monica had also disappeared inside.

At this point, it was too late to turn back.

She had to find a way to locate them.

Thinking this, Celitia steeled her resolve and continued walking deeper into the village ruins.

Among the ruins, weeds grew wild, houses leaned at odd angles, and construction debris was scattered everywhere. Obviously it hadn't been maintained for a long time—a scene of complete decay and collapse.

Carefully examining the surrounding scenery, Celitia suddenly felt the scene before her eyes flicker slightly.

The dilapidated ruins became a complete village, with bustling sounds echoing around her ears. Villagers stood at various corners of the streets, each busy with their own affairs.

This scene appeared for only an instant before that prosperous liveliness disappeared from view.

"...?"

Celitia rubbed her eyes. Before her was clearly still a wasteland of ruins, exactly the same as when she arrived, with no difference.

But she was certain she had just seen some kind of change.

A strange sense of familiarity rose in her heart. Celitia instinctively searched through her inherited memories, trying to find an answer.

After a moment, Celitia reached a speculative conclusion:

'It's like... the surface and inner sides of the world, subtly overlapping.'

What she had just seen—was it a dream that hadn't yet dissipated?

The dreams manifested in people's subconscious were connected to the inner side of the world.

Following her intuition, Celitia continued searching for traces of Benita and Monica among the ruins.

Walking deep into the village, Celitia saw a tall building.

It was a completely ruined church.

The church's spire was nowhere to be found, leaving only broken walls and ruins. The pews had crumbled into wood chips scattered among piles of rubble.

Entering through the collapsed main door and carefully navigating around the stone piles, Celitia saw a familiar figure standing blankly in the center of the hall.

"Ariel?" Celitia called out the person's name.

She really hadn't expected to encounter Ariel here.

Ariel had mentioned coming here on business—could it be she had heard about the rumors here?

So the person standing there shouldn't be her hallucination, right?

Thinking this, Celitia cautiously approached her and called her name again:

"Ariel?"

As if she hadn't heard Celitia's voice, Ariel showed no reaction, still standing in place, staring blankly at the ruined church.

Her eyes were completely vacant, lifeless, as if looking through the scene before her toward another world.

Celitia carefully reached out and tried gently patting Ariel's shoulder.

The moment she did so, Ariel's body swayed and she fell forward stiffly.

Celitia was frightened and caught her in her arms, using all her strength to barely hold Ariel up.

This woman is really heavy... probably half her body is muscle...

Celitia silently complained while struggling to support Ariel and help her sit down in a nearby open space.

Ariel's expression was very calm, her condition appearing normal in all respects—she seemed to be merely asleep.

But such a large movement hadn't been able to wake her, obviously she was sleeping rather deeply.

Celitia touched her forehead with her hand, pondering silently.

If the surface and inner sides overlapped, could Ariel's consciousness have already entered the other side of the world?

Deep dreams connected to the inner side...

Thinking of this, the mark on her wrist became increasingly hot.

With only one-quarter demon bloodline, she usually couldn't enter the inner side of the world without the aid of dream-entering.

But at this overlapping place, with the goddess's blessing...

Perhaps it was possible—

Celitia's mind stirred slightly.

The next moment, the world before her eyes flickered again and suddenly changed completely.

Clamorous sounds echoed throughout the church hall, with crowds surging around her. Countless people dressed in gorgeous attire were constantly offering her congratulations.

"Congratulations, Miss Celitia!"

"It's wonderful that you could welcome such a happy day!"

What were they talking about?

Celitia couldn't understand.

She looked around but couldn't find Ariel anywhere.

If she wasn't mistaken, this scene should be constructed based on Ariel's dream, right?

So where had Ariel gone?

Since it was Ariel's dream, why couldn't she see her anywhere?

As Celitia puzzled over this, a voice suddenly sounded behind her, interrupting her thoughts:

"Celitia."

Turning around, Celitia saw Marianne smiling gently.

Marianne wore a crown and was dressed in gorgeous ceremonial robes, appearing especially dignified.

"Don't just stand there dazed. Come over quickly—today is your big day."

Celitia was bewildered: "What big day?"

"You child, are you so excited that you can't think straight?"

Marianne gave her a reproachful look: "Today is your wedding day."

"???"

Startled, she looked down and indeed saw her exposed white skin at the chest and the pure white wedding dress below, inlaid with tiny gems.

No way—why would Ariel dream about her getting married?

Even knowing dreams had no logic, Celitia still felt mentally overloaded.

If she was the bride, then more importantly, who was the groom?

Suppressing the urge to flee immediately, Celitia forced a stiff smile toward Marianne:

"Sorry, Your Majesty Marianne. I was too excited and actually forgot such an important thing."

"Really now."

Hearing her words, Marianne gave Celitia a reproachful look.

"From today on, don't call me Your Majesty Marianne anymore. You should start calling me mother."

Celitia's heart jumped violently.

What was going on?

Could Ariel already know about the relationship between herself and Marianne?

That shouldn't be possible—Marianne had clearly promised not to reveal this matter.