At first, she only heard such sounds occasionally, but now, the frequency of horrific auditory hallucinations became more and more frequent. Under this kind of torture, Dolores was overwhelmed by the mental pain.

Almost ready to collapse.

Click.

The door suddenly opened, and Alice and the magician walked in from the door.

The moment the door to the treatment room was opened, the terrifying singing stopped suddenly, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Dolores could hear her own violent heartbeat. The tense nerves finally relaxed, and she put down her hands covering her ears. The song disappeared, with no sign of intending to sound again.

This made Dolores's hanging heart relax slightly for a moment.

A good friend was sitting beside the hospital bed. The magic doctor was an old man with a long white beard. He wore triangular gold-rimmed glasses and looked kind and kind.

In order to make Dolores feel at ease, Alice took the initiative to hold the girl's hand.

The light warmth conveyed by the palm of the hand was relaxing, and Dolores could feel that her heart seemed to be filled with courage. She answered every question the magician asked seriously.

Perhaps because Alice was there, this detailed mental examination did not feel very long.

After the examination, the magic doctor told Dolores to take a good rest, then stood up and left.

There were only two people left in the room.

Dolores looked into her beautiful amber eyes under the dim light. The high fever caused by excessive mental stress seemed to have come down. Her breathing was no longer disordered as before, and her pounding heart had returned to calm.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Putting Dolores's hand under the quilt and covering her up, Alice asked, her voice bright and clear, like a clear spring flowing under the spring morning light. Dolores liked the serious concern in the little lion's eyes.

Her consciousness seemed to have become a little blurry. She was indeed very tired now. This time the fever seemed to have taken away her spirit. Even if she wanted to cheer up, she was unable to do so.

"Right now...I don't really want to sleep yet."

She heard herself reply in a husky bass.

When she had horrible auditory hallucinations in the past, she always wanted to lie down on the bed and fall asleep as quickly as possible. But tonight, she was extremely tired mentally and physically weak, but she always wanted to

Keep your sober self.

Is this because Alice is around?

Dolores thought to herself.

"Your eyes are almost closing, Doro."

Alice stretched out her hand and gently placed it on her forehead. Her tone was gentle and sunny, like the sea breeze in the morning, which made people feel very comfortable.

"I want to open my eyes...but my eyes are not obedient."

Dolores closed her eyes and tried to open them again. Her voice became smaller and smaller, but she was still fighting against the sleepiness.

The temperature felt in the palm of her hand was much lower and closer to normal, and Alice breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Dolores who was squinting on the hospital bed, stretched out the index finger of her right hand, shook it, and asked softly:

"Worried that I will leave? I will always be here and I won't go anywhere. You can definitely sleep without worry. I won't dislike your snoring - do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

"Want to hear."

Dolores answered in a low voice, gradually closed her eyes, breathed longer, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...

The story has not yet been told, but the person listening to the story has already fallen asleep.

Alice didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

In the past few days, Dolores has to stay in the treatment room to rest and not go to class.

Sitting on the magic chair next to the bed, Alice looked at the dark green magic book in the cabinet. She didn't really want to read right now, so she didn't touch the book.

Alice took off the magic hat on her head, smoothed the golden hair on her head, and then took out a purple-red magic sword from the hat.

The shape of the magic sword is very cool, gorgeous and flamboyant. The soul of the sword is dead, the magic sword seems to have lost its original aura, and Alice can no longer feel the sword's heart.

Drooping his long and curly eyelashes, the blond little wizard seemed to be a little depressed, and gently stroked the sword body with his fingers——

Long time no see.

Alice whispered softly. Her amber eyes revealed water-like tenderness.

Alice took out the newly bought purple scabbard from her magic hat, and inserted the magic sword into the scabbard. The size was just right.

She nodded with satisfaction, held the magic sword in the scabbard in her arms, leaned against the back of the magic chair, and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Alice found herself asleep, she was in a strange dream. In the dream, she was awake.

She stood on the high platform of the teaching building. The top of the Gothic spire looked like a forest of spears.

At sunset, the sun in the sky is about to sink into the earth. The red fire clouds are spectacular and beautiful. The white doves flying in the sky seem to be dyed with an unreal golden color by the setting sun.

Alice felt like she was standing in a beautiful sunset oil painting.

A gust of wind blew gently, and the long golden hair was fluttering in the wind, and a long bell sounded in my ears——

Alice suddenly felt that someone was watching her from behind.

She turned around immediately, only to find that there was nothing behind her.

A hand was quietly placed on her shoulder. Alice reacted quickly, punched back and turned her head sharply to look behind her.

The girl wearing a pink hood looked up at her. Her body was translucent. Alice's punch passed through the girl's body, and it felt like it was punched in the air.

"Hon?"

With her eyes widened in disbelief, Alice blurted out the girl's name with a shocked tone.

Alice did not respond. The girl with a translucent body had a mysterious smile on her face, stretched out a finger and put it to her lips.

He shook his head slightly.

This should mean - don't talk.

Why can't I talk?

Alice has many questions to ask En, asking her why she appears in her dreams, asking her if she wants to tell her something, asking her if she will be well after death...

A gust of wind blew by, and Zhuo En's figure was blown away by the wind.

The deafening bell rang in her head, and Alice opened her eyes instantly and woke up from her dream.

On the magic sword held in his arms, the gem inlaid on the hilt suddenly glowed with a bright red light!

The dark treatment room was illuminated by red light as bright as day.

Alice couldn't hide her shocked look, looking at the dazzling magic sword blooming in her arms, her jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock...

The demon sword in his hand vibrated slightly, and the demon sword flew out from the scabbard, emitting a long and sweet sword chant.

The magic sword flew into the air, circled around Alice, and floated in front of her. The sword was sharp, and the purple-red gem inlaid on the magic sword turned into a rose-like color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

of red.

Alice raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the magic sword.

A familiar voice sounded in her mind:
Chapter completed!