After parting with Rana, I walked straight to my own tent, and the explosion, Hickrad's injuries and death fight left me in a state of mental tension all morning.

Now, when all the burdens are removed from my shoulders or taken over by someone, my mind relaxes.

The relaxation in my heart brings endless tiredness. To be honest, I have not had a good night's sleep since the civil strife in Capofez.

Although it was only a few days, in my opinion, it seemed as long as a year had passed.

In order to prevent my memory from being deviated, I grabbed a passing baggage soldier, who threw a puzzled look at me. I smiled awkwardly and asked in a low voice: "What day is the civil war today?"

"Are you okay, Lord Salon?" The baggage soldiers immediately looked at me with concern when they heard this, "You look exhausted, otherwise why would you not remember the battle for several days? Today is the fifth day of the civil war."

"Day 5...thank you, soldier."

"Please be careful, Lord Salon," the baggage soldier looked at me worriedly, saluted me, and walked away slowly.

I looked at his back as he was leaving and let out a sigh of relief. The time I had determined was four days, and it seemed that my memory was not at its worst.

Oh my God, I was so tired that I hadn't finished taking it for a week. Garcia was here. What did we go through in the past?

On the way back to the tent, I was thinking about this question, the first day of the civil war... I, Sephili and Hickrad, were warmly welcomed by the rebels as soon as I got off the ship, and countless civilians died.

That night, I personally sent the butchers with the blood of the people to hell, and then killed the Tostin.

after……

I lifted the curtain of the tent, sat on my bed, and began to review my experiences over the past few days.

The next day, I reported on the mission, took on a new mission, and helped Stran's army clear the Dereth Cross Street. It was at this time that I met Jean Rana and his men.

On the morning of the third day, we successfully regained the commercial area, yes... Hickrad and I finally had a little rest time.

I slept until night, and then... the lunatics planned the attack in the Central District.

When I thought of this, I punched the wooden table beside the bed. These damn guys, I always meet those civilians who died tragically in my dreams!

On the fourth day, we took Deltekai and took the rainy night to take advantage of the rainy night.

If everything goes well today, this should be the last day we stayed in the port area. Oh my God, I haven't had a good rest for five days.

I tried to have a stable sleep, but every time I was either interrupted by war or encountered something in my dream.

At first, I would see the bombed passenger ship in my dream. Time seemed to stop in this dream, and everything was frozen at the moment of explosion.

Only I can stroll in it. Every time I dream of this scene, I always wake up with anger. It is so real. I can clearly see the expressions on the faces of every passenger, their tragic situation at the end of their lives. I can also see the proud smiles on the faces of the rebels and the imperial people, as if with this ship, it is not countless living lives, but just a simple number.

Sometimes, I would carefully observe their smiles and their mouths were wide open. I could even think of how excited they were at that time.

During the first two days, this damn dream kept tormenting me, and the situation did not improve until I killed the damn nobles with my own hands.

I dreamed that those who died in the explosion smiled at me, and I saw their souls being collected by Garcia into his garden of life. I don't know if this is true, but at least since then, I have never dreamed of the explosive passenger ship again.

Unfortunately, fate is like joking with me. I just broke out from the guilt of killing a whole boat of people. A long-planned attack made me bear countless lives.

Although Hickrad, Rana and Leclerc... and even Crien were all persuading me, saying that it was not my fault, I just couldn't ignore the poor people who were split in the explosion. As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see the civilians who were full of divine power and were forced to walk towards our camp.

I saw them slumping into a pool of blood with wide eyes, as if wondering why they died in the hands of their own people.

After thinking about this, I let out a long breath and shook my head, "You are under too much pressure, Sarah," I said to myself in my heart, "When this battle is over, I think I will have a rest."

I sat by the bed, using self-talk like this to relieve my boredom in my heart, "Hill also has to rest with me. We have been fighting, killing people, and carrying more blood debts. Our bodies and minds have reached their limits."

Speaking of this, I looked in the direction of the field hospital with some envy, "Although you suffered a great loss this time, Hill," I said with a smile, "but you can at least have a safe sleep, and there are beautiful girls taking care of you."

"I am not so lucky myself," I looked at myself, smiled bitterly, "It's rare that Rana gave me a vacation. I took this opportunity to sleep too... Let's take a break, and I don't know if I can sleep."

What I'm telling the truth is that I don't know whether I can sleep or not. I'm afraid that once I close my eyes, those damn pictures will make a comeback.

But the fatigue in my heart still made me lie down honestly. I was so tired that I really wanted to rest. If I didn’t rest, who would know what accident would happen to me on the battlefield?

And that is definitely not what I want to see.

So I lay quietly on the bed, and the hard camp bed board brought me some unique and familiar feeling, and my originally a little impatient and scared began to calm down.

"Relax, Sara," I said to myself, "take a deep breath and you'll be fine."

I began to exhale and inhale in a big mouthful to adjust my heart rate that was a little too fast and further calm my mood.

Then I closed my eyes, sank my consciousness to the deepest part of my mind, allowing the darkness to surround me and take away my vision.

The feeling of fatigue was like a tide, and wave after wave came to my heart, and I was already asleep before I realized anything.

It wasn't very accurate to say that I fell asleep... I soon dreamed again. This dream was so real that I still remember every detail of this dream seven years later.

Sometimes I think that this may not be a dream...but a memory left by some more mysterious and higher existence.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why I was so awake in my dream, and I can still remember everything in this dream today.

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"Maybe the blood of the dragon clan is at work?" Karen asked curiously while inserting the quill into the ink bottle.

"No," Before Saren could speak, Kara, who was beside him, vetoed his guess, "I have never had this kind of experience before."

"Okay," Karen shrugged, "There are always some unexplainable things in the world," he looked at Saren, "even our clients themselves don't know."

"Maybe the God of Dreams favored me," Saren smiled, picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip of it, "Can we continue?"

"Ah, of course," Karen hurriedly picked up the quill, "Please, please, let's take a look at this dream of yours."

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I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly woke up from the bed and heard a sound like a cannon from the window.

"How is the battle situation??" I subconsciously shouted this sentence, but I quickly realized something was wrong.

Where should I get the windows in the tent?

After realizing this, I immediately looked at the surroundings. I was in a not-so-small room. Judging from the decoration of the room and the decorations inside, this should be a relatively high-end hotel.

"Ah, no," I quickly realized that I was dreaming, "don't do it again."

I cursed in my heart about this damn world and the dream god who didn't know if it existed. Why did I endure such clear nightmare day after day, and even gaining a moment of peace became a luxury for me.

After confirming that I could not wake up from this damn dream in a short time, I sighed and walked to the scenery beside the window and outside the window as I thought, the beautiful Piazza Drasius, the quiet night, and the happy crowd.

In a peaceful atmosphere, I soon discovered another me who was walking along the marbled road with Hickrad.

"No, no, no, no! Go back quickly, you stupid thing!" I tried to open the window to warn the people below, but the window was firmly sealed.

"Everyone, run away!"

Another Saren was still walking forward with a smile with Hickrad, and from this perspective, I could already see the madmen who came out of the roadside tavern.

Things were still following the track they should be, and the madmen activated their magical skills, rushed towards Saren and Hickrad who were walking in great enthusiasm.

A silent explosion happened in front of me. I watched the group of madmen being overwhelmed by divine light, grenades on their bodies burst out one after another, and their bodies also disappeared into the turbulent flames made by divine power and human power.

The flames, cracked shrapnel and flying marble spread rapidly with the circle of several of them, and the closest civilians were almost instantly swallowed by the flames.

They didn't even have time to react until the flames completely swallowed them, and there were still smiles on their faces.

"ah…!!"

I fell to my knees in front of the window, allowing tears to overflow from my eyes, and then slid down my cheeks.

More and more civilians were swallowed by fire waves, and the flames continued to advance. Only the scorched corpses and ashes on the ground proved that there had been a living life here.

Many civilians did not have time to dodge, and shrapnel were embedded in their bodies. Those who survived with good luck, but were not lucky, turned into sieves.

Not to mention the broken marble, the person hit by this thing turned into two pieces.

As if to laugh at me, the hotel I was in began to collapse, the stench of the charred body, the crying of the injured person, and the helpless cry for help all came over at the same time.

I saw many citizens getting up from the ground, like dead people controlled by others. They were expressionless and their bodies were occupied by the golden light unique to the Inquisition's magic.

As if they were subjected to some kind of command, these citizens rushed towards me one by one, and the golden light on their bodies began to fluctuate, which meant that they would soon release energy. In layman's terms, it was just exploded.

A steam-firing gun appeared in front of me out of thin air, waiting for me quietly. A kind of indescribable anger suddenly surged in my heart, as if I had been humiliated by someone.

Looking at the steam gun in front of me, I asked the second time that question, does the God of Dreams really exist? If he exists, is it all this from his work?

The steam gun still stood there silently. Just looking at it, I could imagine a sound, a voice that was constantly provoking me.

"Do you still dare to shoot? Are you going to massacre them to save your life? Do it again?"

I looked at the citizens getting closer and closer to me, gritted my teeth and lowered my hands. On several occasions, I could hardly bear the impulse in my heart, and wanted to fuck the steam and fire the guns and kill all the guys who were approaching me.

But I can't do it... I've massacred unarmed civilians once, I can't do it the second time and it's still in my dream!

"Come on," I closed my eyes and accepted the upcoming fate calmly. "I know you can't kill me. This is just my dream."

The citizens seemed to have heard nothing, and continued to drag their legs and march forward woodenly. After approaching a certain range near me...their magical skills exploded.

I was instantly surrounded by countless golden divine lights that I couldn't see clearly. The pain burned me, as if I was thrown into a lava pool.

With the first person, there will be a second person soon. Before the first explosion completely subsided, the second explosion sounded. In the blood rain and the broken arms that were thrown away, the divine light became a little stronger.

The pain in my body also corresponded to it, increasing by several percent in an instant. The pain came so suddenly that I almost cried out.

After coming to my senses, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, my willpower was pretty good, so I didn't shout it out directly.

But I soon had no time to pay attention to these nostalgic things, and more and more people rushed to me. At the beginning, I could still block the rune shield in my hand. Unfortunately, not long after, the rune shield in my hand shattered directly in the divine power that was so strong that I could not see the edges.

Without this shield, I have no way to resist their explosion. I can no longer feel my right hand or my right foot. I think it was blown up in the explosion.
To be continued...