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SSR - Book 2 Chapter 2: A Dream
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 21:10:54 +0000 UTCRylan opened the door and entered the room with Aelfric. Inside, Sarah stood up from the chair she was sitting on and bowed with pristine form.
âWelcome back, young masters,â she said. âHow was the party?â
Aelfric immediately sighed, rubbing his neck.
âIt was great until they started trying to use me. Again,â he replied. âJust when I had finally convinced Luna to dance with meâŚâ
Sarah raised her body as Rylan grinned and wrapped his arm around Aelfricâs shoulder.
âWell, you already know how it goes. Itâll get easier to deal with it over time,â Rylan said. âYouâll get more comfortable with shutting them down, at least.â
Aelfric scoffed.
âI wish I didnât have to do that at all. I know youâre crazy impressive or whatever but trying to reach you through me is low.â
âEh, itâll be fine. Just gotta be more decisive when rejecting them,â Rylan looked at Sarah. âSorry for leaving you here all alone. Must have been boring as hell.â
She smiled sweetly.
âNo need to worry. And, my lord,â she furrowed her brow. âYou might be used to this much attention because of your past life, but that isnât the same for young master Aelfric. Itâs his first time experiencing something like this.â
Rylan blinked, then sighed and looked at Aelfric.
âYeah, I shouldâve been more understanding. My bad. I know this is all new to you, but weâre gonna get through it.â
Aelfric only smiled and shook his head.
âNo, itâs alright. I know everything will be fine because youâre here with me,â he said.
Rylan smiled back at him, tapping his shoulder.
âI will always stay by your side, Aelfric. No matter what.â
Sarah grinned at this sight, her gaze warm and tender.
âYoung master,â she started, looking at Rylan. He turned to her. There was now a touch of concern to her expression. âIâve got a letter for you from the lord. It arrived while you were at the party.â
Rylan furrowed his brow as Sarah turned around and walked up to the desk. She grabbed the letter on its surface and handed it over to him. He looked at the unbroken seal. While this could just be a letter congratulating him, it could also be something else, given the situation back in Cantavega. He opened the letter and read it slowly.
It opened with a âcongratulations!â in large letters and sharp handwriting. Rylan smiled. The first paragraph was entirely about how proud Gerard was of him and how much he regretted not being able to congratulate him personally.
He meant every word in this letter.
Rylanâs smile widened.
From the second paragraph onward, however, Gerard detailed the changes that had happened due to the Open Dungeon and what Rastâs plans were. Increasingly powerful monsters were getting closer and closer to the town, and the mana levels kept rising. It was unclear what kind of creatures lay deep in the Woodlands, since Rast had now deemed exploration too dangerous.
Rylan read the final line. It was a request for help. For the good of the town and all of the innocent citizens in it, Gerard wanted to explore the Woodlands and Open Dungeon alongside Rylan.
Rylan folded the letter, letting out a breath.
âSarah,â he said as he looked at her. His expression was now dead serious. âIf we spare no resources, how fast can I get back to Cantavega?â
She was silent for a few seconds before shaking her head.
ââŚBased on what I know, around ten days.â
Rylan rubbed his chin.
âNo way around it, then. Iâm gonna go ask for some help.â
She tilted her head, while Aelfric only looked at him with some confusion.
âIâm going to set up a meeting with the Headmaster,â Rylan continued. âI'll ask him for backup. It will take us ten days, but he might know of a quicker method to send other people to Cantavega.â
Sarah and Aelfric slowly nodded at the same time after a few seconds.
"Do you mean you want reiforcements to arrive in Cantavega before us, my lord?" Sarah asked.
Rylan nodded.
"One or two professors to help Father hold the line until I arrive would already be enough. Besides, I probably need his permission to leave and enter a Dungeon anyway, since I'm his disciple now. Not that it matters, though."
He was confident that Damian would respond, since heâd been the one to win the tournament. His abilities now spoke for him. Truthfully, he would go to the Dungeon even if Damian was against it. The main point of this conversation was to ask for reinforcements.
Iâve got to learn Whisper.
Shaking his head slightly, Rylan walked up to the desk, grabbed a piece of paper and an enchanted quill, and started writing a letter. The contents were simple â he merely requested to meet up with Damian and discuss an important matter. The whole thing was about three lines long. He lifted the paper in front of his face and gave it a satisfied nod.
ââŚYoung master, I highly advise you to write another one. That one is tooâŚâ Sarah said as she approached him from behind in a slightly reproachful tone.
âNah, itâll be fine. I was never good at writing stuff like this, anyway. If I get a meeting, thatâs enough,â Rylan replied as he turned around. Her slightly frowning face came into view. She scoffed.
âYou have lived for several decades at least, my lord. Iâm confident that youâve learned how to write a proper letter and request, especially to someone whoâs now your master. Please, put more effort into it.â
Rylan blinked. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
ââŚItâs been a while since youâve told me off.â
Sarah bowed.
âI apologize for my rudeness. Itâs not my place to question your decisions and lecture you, especially given your past life, butââ
âYeah, yeah,â Rylan interrupted with a smile. âWeâve spent too much time together for those formalities. Thank you, Sarah. For looking out for me.â
She raised her body and smiled at him. Rylan crumpled up the letter heâd just written and threw it into the air, grabbing his wand with his free hand. One Firebolt later, the piece of paper disappeared into cinders. With a small sigh, he sat down and wrote a proper letter. It was uncomfortable and tiresome, but Sarah was right â at the very least, he needed to give Damian the respect the man was due. They werenât friends; formalities were necessary.
After a minute, he finished and gave the letter to Sarah. She read it quickly and beamed at him.
âMuch better, young master,â she said.
Rylan nodded with a grin and looked at Aelfric, who was sitting on the bed and looking at the ceiling.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked.
Aelfric flinched and looked at him.
ââŚDo you think people will try to approach me if I enter the Academy just because of you?â he asked after a few seconds of silence.
âYes,â Rylan replied without hesitation. âThatâs why you need to learn how to spot them.â
Aelfric frowned.
âI donât know how to do that.â
âYouâll learn. Itâs the sort of thing that comes with time. Me and Sarah,â Rylan pointed at Sarah with his thumb. âWill help you through it. Donât worry.â
Aelfric sighed and looked at the ground. Rylan stood up and walked up to his brother, then tapped him on the shoulder.
âNow, sleep. Iâll try to talk to Damian tomorrow.â
Rylan stretched his arms. He took off his refined robe and started undoing his clothes. He had never been a fan of dressing up too much. Sarah glanced at him before bowing.
âIâll take my leave, my lord,â she stated.
âHave a good night, you two.â
Aelfric nodded, gave Rylan a hug, and followed Sarah out of the room. Just like before, Rylan had Sarah guard Aelfric instead of him. He took off his shirt and looked at the sword on his waist. With a fluid movement, Rylan drew it out of its scabbard and looked at the blade.
An Open Dungeon, huh?
Gerardâs request for help didnât mean that this issue surpassed his power as a Fifth Circle Mage, but it was a good indication that things werenât looking good.
Father canât just go into the Woodlands.
His position as a Family Head and Cantavegaâs strongest Mage hindered him. There was no room for risky plans â if he died, the town would lose any fighting chance. Rylan furrowed his brow. This remained true even if he went back to help his father. His performance in the tournament wouldnât be enough to convince Rast and the others to settle for an attack team made of only him and Gerard. However, if someone else went with them, that would only result in him being forced to limit his abilities.
Rylan thought about this for a few seconds, running his fingers on the blade. He sheathed the sword with one fluid motion and carried it inside the bathroom.
After taking a bath, he brought it back with him to the bedroom and put it next to him on the bed. Closing his eyes, Rylan left part of his awareness focused on his surroundings and let himself drift into sleep. This time, he dreamed.
In the dream, he opened his eyes and beheld a familiar view. Mountains of broken and slashed corpses rose from the sea of blood. Every so often, a loose human head rolled down the forest made of shattered limbs and bloodied bones. The metallic smell was overwhelming, and there was no sound. Trying to steady himself, Rylan looked down at his hands. They werenât his own.
âŚI see.
Rolandâs blood-covered hands felt unfamiliar. They were big and stable, as if there was nothing they couldnât hold. Slowly, he moved his right hand to the hilt of the white sword on his waist and unsheathed it. The snowy blade and body glistened in the sunlight as the only beautiful thing in this scene of carnage.
ââŚMoonlight,â he said with Rolandâs voice.
The worldâs greatest weapon and his best friend. The sole partner heâd ever had.
As if it could read his thoughts, Moonlight hummed. Blue Aura flowed through it, granting it an ethereal glow. Rylan couldnât help but smile. With a deep breath, he stared downward, following the trail of corpses and flowing blood. In the middle of this space, there was a single island made of bones. The dying figure on it was one he recognized even at this distance. His breath caught in his throat.
Pain filled his chest, but Rylan forced himself to circulate his Aura. Pure power coursed through him. âRylanâ had never experienced this much energy, but he wasnât in any mood to revel in it. With a light jump, he easily crossed the kilometers between himself and the island, landing like a leaf on a lakeâs surface. With his unsteady breathing, he approached the dying person.
ââŚTheo,â Rylan said with a shaking voice.
Theodore threw him a bloody grin. His armor was shattered in various places, its shards sticking into his flesh and muscles. His blood flowed down unceasingly and seeped through the gaps between the bones underfoot, feeding the crimson ocean below and around them. His blue eyes were bloodshot. The large hole on the right side of his torso was too painful to look at.
âYou,â Theodore suddenly said, staring at Rylan with bloodshot eyes. His irises were a piercing blue, just like Rylanâs own in both lives. âYou really think youâve changed, donât you?â
A chill went down Rylanâs spine as he gazed at Theodoreâs blood-soaked smile.
âN-No, I justââ
âYou will never change,â Theodore interrupted him, smiling wider. Blood leaked through the gaps between his teeth. âYou canât. All you care about is rising to the peak. This time, with magic. Youâre the same as before.â
âNo!â Rylan immediately retorted. âThatâs not it! Iâm trying to be better!â
Theodore chuckled with a gurgling sound, drowning in his own blood.
âAtonement? Repentance? When have you ever done any of that? You butchered and cut through everything in your path. This,â he raised his only arm. The several open fractures made it look like a broken, twisted branch. He pointed at their environment with a bony finger. âIs proof.â
Rylan blinked and took a step back with a shaking gaze, trying desperately to calm himself down.
âI have already changed,â he said, his voice a bit firmer. âI-I wonât let the same thing happen again.â
He had realized his past lifeâs mistakes â it was the only thing he was certain of.
In response, Theodore only smiled.
âOne day, you will abandon your family again. History will repeat itself.â
âNo!â
Suddenly, a loud cracking noise resounded. Rylanâs gaze was drawn to Theodoreâs exposed ribs. A large crack had appeared in one of them. With another sound, the crack started spreading â first to the nearby ribs, then to the manâs torso. His flesh rippled, slowly twisting itself with a sickening noise. It ripped apart to reveal scrunched-up blood vessels. They burst one after the other amidst a burst of scarlet. Rylan looked at Theodoreâs face. The nose had fallen to the ground and the lips had torn themselves apart, but his voice remained perfectly clear.
âYou will never change, Roland. Not for anything or anyone. Never.â
Theodoreâs twisted flesh reddened as his blood boiled. Steam floated up from his broken frame. The cracking bones and singed flesh created a disturbing picture. His eyes melted and dripped out of their sockets in the shape of white tears. Rylan took another step back.
Theodoreâs muscles followed suit. Soon, all that stared at Rylan was a skeleton covered in bubbling blood. There was no longer a throat or vocal cords, but he could hear Theodoreâs voice all the same.
âYou will ruin everything with your own hands, again. Itâs only a matter of time.â
Rylan blinked and ran forward, unhesitatingly supporting what remained of Rolandâs brother. The skull moved, staring at his face with empty eye sockets.
âIâll be waiting for you in hell, Brother,â Theodoreâs voice echoed.
Rylan opened his mouth to reply, but his words caught in his throat. The sky tore like velvet as the ocean of blood rotated. The mountains of corpses rattled, making severed limbs and heads with dead eyes fall to the crimson sea. Theodoreâs skeleton caught fire, but the flames didnât harm Rylan. Right before his eyes, the last bits of Theodore disappeared into cinders. Until the end, the man had never stopped staring at him.
The dream was coming undone. Rylan looked up and watched it happen with wide eyes.
At that moment, Moonlight moved on its own. It trembled in his grasp and escaped it, then floated in front of Rylanâs shaking frame. It pulsated with blue Aura, glowing ever brighter. Its outline was the last thing he saw before the dream evaporated, devoured by the blue.
Rylan opened his eyes, immediately raising his body and grabbing the sword next to him. His gaze darted around, taking in his surroundings in an instant. He was in the hotel room. A single System notification floated in front of him.
[You have acquired a new Title.]
Comments
musashi
The new title is...[Cliffhanger]
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter! Did he just get Aura? Or some title relating to it? Also as I see it Damien wouldn't let him go back... He would ask the King and then send 2 5th circle mages or a team of 4th circle ones to deal with the threat in return for se of Rylan Secrets... Or just for the agreement that he would eventually reveal some of them... However that would ofc rob us of the family dungeon dive... I think either we need to understand how rare a resource 4th circle Mage teams actually are or maybe see Rylan push to be allowed back himself not let the Academy/Royal Army deal with it. The King and Headmaster had after all sworn to protect those two... So just letting him go because he asks to would seem strange? Maybe with a "minder" kind of am officially allowed Spy saying "I will let you go delve the dungeon yourself but in return we will see Whatever tricks you have up your sleeve" lol.
James Faulkner
Oh shit lol
Aaron Johnston
Just an idea, I would like to see Rylan request his mother accompany him back. This can move her more into being a pawn between Rylan and his grandfather and a nice gift to his father.
Joanie
The fact that Rylan has now felt what aura is like. It might help him make something himself akin to it. Instead of being simply a memory.
Joanie
Check back the last chapter of book 1. L.E. Miranda added the status the next morning. The title is shown.
Raymond Mouton
Thanks for the chapter.
SenileZebra
I think that's two new titles he's gained now that we haven't gotten to see.
Some Guy
TFTC
Meshal
Weird dream
