The Dream of the Nameless One?

Upon hearing the strange term suddenly thrown out by the captain, Agatha and the goat head shared a perplexed look with each other.

Where did you hear this term? After a moment of thought, Agatha asked, Is this part of the information you just received?

The followers of the Cult of Annihilation call the dream that Heidi and Lucretia once fell into as The Dream of the Nameless One,' Duncan slowly nodded, The original source of the information might be from the Enders, and later both the Cult of Annihilation and the Sun Worshipers responded to some kind of call from these Enders. If the information is correct, this so-called Dream of the Nameless One seems to be a kind of vision that covers many dreams on a massive scale, and the elves they seem to become a gateway into the Dream of the Nameless One under certain conditions.

He paused briefly before continuing, These cultists seem to be searching for something in the depths of the Dream of the Nameless One with their own hidden motives. The purpose of the Sun Cult is unknown for now, but the goal of the Cult of Annihilation seems to be something referred to as the original blueprint.

Agathas expression visibly grew more serious, I indeed have never heard of this so-called Dream of the Nameless One, but logically, a vision of this scale it shouldnt have remained unknown all these years. You said that elves can become a gateway under specific conditions?

Duncan nodded slightly, According to the followers of the Cult of Annihilation, there seems to be some defect at the blueprint stage within the elves, which leads their spirits to establish a connection with The Dream of the Nameless One. It probably has something to do with the theories related to the creation by the Nether Lord, but the specific details are lacking.

Im sorry, Captain, it looks like we cant provide you with any useful answers, Agatha seriously considered the situation for a moment and finally shook her head apologetically, However, since this matter points directly to the elf race, we can conduct an investigation in Wind Harbor, an elf city-state and there has just been an elf who fell into that dream here.

Duncan hummed in agreement, adjusting his posture and leaning back in his chair, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers. His eyes fell on a slowly unraveling sea chart, We indeed need to have a good chat with Master Taran El Lets go to the Bright Star and say hello to Lucretia.

On the outskirts of Wind Harbor, in an open sea near the Glowing Falling Object, the Bright Star was slowly patrolling. The diffuse sunlight covering the sea surface made the ship appear as though it was sailing over fine golden sand.

A gentle sea breeze blew directly towards the face, carrying the unique warm scent of the southern sea regions. However, Master Taran El, who was standing on the deck, couldnt help but feel a bit cold from time to time. He tightened his coat against the wind and turned to look at the Sea Witch, Lucretia, who was standing on one of the masts. He called out loudly, Are we waiting here?

Lucretia glanced down at the esteemed scholar on the deck. Her voice, although soft, was clearly transmitted directly into Taran Els ears, We are waiting here.

Can I go back? Taran El shouted again, The emotional reunion between father and daughter, its not quite right for an outsider like me to be present!

Lucretias face remained expressionless, My father said he wants to talk to you.

Taran El raised his hands in frustration, Could you come down and accompany me, then? I I feel a bit nervous!

Lucretia looked down at him condescendingly, You are an adult and a prestigious scholar at that. You should learn to manage your stress.

Miss Lucretia, you wouldnt be nervous too, would you?

Why would I be nervous about this? Hes my

Her voice from the mast suddenly stopped, and Taran El was momentarily startled. He was about to inquire further but was suddenly interrupted by an intense throbbing.

It was a spiritual intuition that suddenly sent a warning, an instinctive tension from a scholar who had spent years dealing with various dangerous substances and secret knowledge. Taran El instantly broke out in a cold sweat, followed by hearing a low, beast-like breathing noise.

The next moment, dense fog and terrifying shadows abruptly filled his vision like a high wall next to the Bright Star. The distorted light and shadow brought by the inversion of the spirit realm seemed to swarm out of the fog. Huge shadows floated up from the spirit realm and descended as a result.

Just like many terrifying sea legends describe, the Vanished was enveloped in darkness and chaos, burning with apocalyptic flames, as if a nightmare suddenly took form in the real world. Like an unavoidable fate, it came crashing towards them. Within a few breaths, the towering bow of the Vanished broke into reality.

Taran El stood frozen on the deck like a stone statue. He heard a thud from some direction but didnt even have the courage to turn his head to look. It took several more seconds before he regained his ability to breathe and felt his heart beating strongly the potion that Lucretia had previously given him was still exerting a robust protective effect, allowing his subpar organs to continue to function reliably under intense shock.

Then, the esteemed scholar gradually came to his senses, regaining his ability to speak. He quickly turned to look at the place where the witch had been standing earlier, Miss Lucretia! Your father

The mast was empty, with no sign of the witch.

Taran El stared for a moment, subconsciously scanning his surroundings and calling out loudly, Miss Lucretia! Lu

Stop shouting; Im here.

A cold voice that carried a hint of warning suddenly came from nearby, interrupting the scholars shouting. Taran El quickly turned to see Lucretia, who had somehow already come to the deck. She was standing beside him, her face indifferent, while elegantly holding her forehead and gazing at the bow of the Vanished.

Ah, where did you go just now? I turned around, and you were

Quiet, Lucretia interrupted the scholar brusquely, My father doesnt like people who shout and scream during a meeting.

Taran El instantly closed his mouth, tensely watching the large ship that was burning with ghostly flames. Almost simultaneously, he saw a flame appear out of thin air on the deck of the Bright Star. The flame rapidly soared, forming a rotating portal, and soon, a tall figure stepped out of it.

Considering this was his first visit to the Bright Star, Duncan chose to come alone to avoid confusion on the scene.

Now, he had finally set foot on this shipone of the two remaining frigates from the once Vanished Fleet, the Bright Star.

And he had finally met Lucretia in reality, the daughter of Duncan Abnomar.

The Sea Witch wore a black dress with an adventurers style, hesitantly walking a few steps towards him but stopping a few meters away. She had been looking in his direction, her expression filled with complexity and restraint. Despite her best efforts to hide it, her nervousness and hesitance could not be concealed.

In Duncans mind, memories involuntarily surfaced of some information that Tyrian had revealed to him before leaving Frost

Lucy comes across to outsiders as cold, aloof, and mercurial, but in essence, thats because shes not good at socializing and cannot accurately express her emotions

When shes nervous, it shows, so she always avoids putting herself in tense situations. Thats why the Sea Witch always seems hurried, particularly independent and eccentric

When shes overly embarrassed, she completely doesnt know how to initiate a conversation. This gives the impression of extreme rudeness, arrogance, and peculiarity. However, if someone willingly breaks the silence and speaks to her at that moment, she would be delighted

These thoughts played through Duncans mind as he faced Lucretia, giving him insights into the nature of this enigmatic woman before him. Her apparent coldness was but a mask, concealing vulnerabilities and complexities that made the impending conversation not just a matter of diplomacy but a delicate dance of human understanding.

During his time in Frost, Duncan had always maintained the appearance of having lost his memory due to subspace in front of Tyrian. Thanks to this, he could openly inquire about many matters related to Lucretia, and now, this information seemed to be coming in handy.

Its been a long time, Duncan said, a faint smile crossing his face after a moments adjustment. He approached the Sea Witch. Lucy, Ive returned.

He tried to play the role of Duncan Abnomar according to the rehearsals and his understanding.

However, as he greeted her in this manner, a subtle emotion rose from the depths of his heart, revealing itself quietly. In this faint and blurry emotion, he once again felt a hint of longing and regret.

He was no stranger to this feeling every body he inhabited would react similarly when encountering people or things of importance from their past lives.

This time, Duncan didnt attempt to control or ignore this sensation. Instead, he allowed it to flow slowly through his heart and gradually fade away.

Lucretias facial expression subtly changed several times. No one knew what the witch had thought during those few brief seconds. She stared for a while, and finally, all the memories and once-intense emotions settled into a very soft utterance:

Papa, youve been away for too long this time

Duncan fell silent for a moment and reached into his coat, I brought you a gift.

A gift? Lucretia looked up somewhat blankly.

Duncan extended his hand and slowly opened his palm.

A small, silver hairpin, designed with waves and feathers, lay quietly in his hand.

Lucretia seemed a little stunned. She stared blankly at the delicate hairpin for a while before blinking as if suddenly waking up, hesitatingly reaching out her hand.

The hairpin was real, with a solid touch and a slight warmth to itthe warmth of a living being.

The witch held this gift for a long, long time, eventually allowing a slight smile to emerge, her voice softly saying, You delivered it so slowly; its been out of fashion for a century

After a moment, she seemed to take a gentle breath.

Thank you.