Valentina was left speechless by the bad man before her, her anger boiling over into a couple of insults devoid of any real bite.

But it couldn't be denied that, upon learning Fisher was determined to go to the Wutong Tree, Valentina's thoughts of sacrificing herself had somewhat waned. She had figured that if her death could solve the family disease, the family would certainly stop pursuing her men. Then, having Fisher escort Heidlin to safety would mean everyone could be saved...

"Yet, even if you want to go to the Wutong Tree, there's nothing more I can do to help you... As you can see, without the Light Halo of the Turand Family, I am nothing but a weak and cowardly disabled person. Without Celti's mechanical aid, I can't even climb a hill, let alone reach the Wutong Tree."

At this moment, knowing that Fisher still planned to head to the Wutong Tree, Valentina's first thought was still what she could do to help him. But after much consideration, what help could a person who couldn't even leave their wheelchair provide? Even for appeasing his desires, her crippled body wouldn't appeal to him, would it?

Fisher, sitting on the ground, had been staring at the somewhat disheartened Valentina. He simply began to speak to her,

"Valentina, don't worry about whether you can help or not. Leave the Turand Family, those Nali people after me, the curse of the Wutong Tree, the people who attacked me at the hotel, how to climb the mountain, and how to enter the Wutong Tree, all of that to me... If that's the case, I want to know, if within the Wutong Tree there lies even the slightest hope for you to live, do you possess the desire to give everything for it?"

Valentina pursed her lips, squeezing the ring in her hand tighter. Though the night in Mia was rather cold, time seemed to stand still in such a way that she felt nothing, except for Fisher's gaze fixed on her, which was unmistakably clear.

Her heartbeat quickened gradually, as if a source of warmth that couldn't be seen was pouring into her, but after a lengthy silence, she didn't give a concrete answer. Instead, she suddenly said to Fisher,

"Help me... back to my tent, quietly, don't let anyone notice."

"Huh? You were just accusing me of philandering, don't blame me this time."

"What are you thinking, you pervert... I, have something I want to show you."

Fisher looked at Valentina as she calmed down again, knowing that she had lost her suicidal intentions. He didn't continue to joke and slowly pushed her back into the silent darkness, entering her modest tent with her,

"Help me... lie down on the bed, then you lie down too."

"... If you're serious, I should warn you, this is a very dangerous thing."

In the pitch-black tent, Fisher fell silent for a second before speaking. In the darkness, following the scent of Valentina, his gaze gradually grew dark, as if he licked his starving lips like a ravenous beast.

But Valentina said nothing more. She simply took out from her embrace, from the deepest part of her heavy clothing, a pendant that shone with a strange pink glimmer of light. As soon as the pendant appeared, it emitted fluctuations of magic, immediately capturing Fisher's attention, even overriding his reproductive hunger.

The reason was that this direct disciple of Mr. Helsen, a senior member of the Nali Magic Association, saw a type of Ring Head magic construction on the pendant that he hadn't seen before, and it piqued his curiosity about what kind of magic had been engraved on it.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"...First, help me to the bed."

"Alright."

Fisher gently supported her body, which was small, soft, and light. Her limbs were cold, but she breathed warm breaths that gently hit his neck, slowing Fisher's movements. Fortunately, his strong desire to know outweighed his instincts for the moment, so he did nothing more than necessary.

Valentina, who had just lain down, hadn't called it quits yet; she suddenly patted the empty spot beside her, clearly signaling for Fisher to lie down as well.

"..."

Woman, do you know you're playing with fire?

Fisher hesitated for a second but still lay down beside her, feeling the scorching warmth of Valentina's body close by. In the darkness, Valentina secretly let slip a satisfied smile.

Then, she raised the pendant in her hand that flickered with strange pink light. The pendant glowed seductively in the pitch black, its engraved patterns so unique that Fisher could hardly wait to start studying the magic within,

"This is an item left by my mother; she... left me when I was very young, but my memory of her is very profound. My mother was an incredibly powerful mage in her lifetime, with an astonishing magic talent, just like you... During her life, she contributed a lot to our family, even the Clan Leader praised my mother as the most powerful mage in our family's history."

"This is a magic she created herself, also the culmination of her life's work, but I've never shown it to anyone else. Until now, only Helldor, myself, and you know of this magic. I call it, 'Sweet Dream.'"

"Sweet Dream?"

"Yes, lie still, don't move, Fisher."

The next moment, when Valentina activated the magic in her hand with magic power, the magic suddenly burst forth with an extremely blinding light. Fisher, whose soul was highly sensitive, quickly realized that the magic wasn't affecting the physical body but rather the soul. Under the glare of the intense light, the surrounding darkness fell away like shattered glass, fragment by fragment, drawing the two lying in bed into an unknown world.

Fisher's pupils slightly contracted; the next instant, the narrow, dark tent had vanished. In its place was a huge fortress situated in a wintry landscape, shaped like a five-pointed snowflake. Its construction was majestic, at a glance, one couldn't help but feel that the building wasn't designed for the diminutive size of humans.

Was this the Snowflake Fortress where the Moon Princess once lived?

Fisher blinked in surprise and looked down, only to see that he was no longer lying in bed with Valentina but standing in the snow outside the massive fortress. The sounds of the wind and snow, the cries of some unnamed animal, and the clashing of ice in the distant sea—all so lifelike—and yet Fisher felt not a bit of the cold. Instead, he looked down at himself and quickly noticed something amiss.

His current form wasn't his physical body, but a pure soul; it seemed his soul had temporarily left his body and entered a strange place. This place had an odd nature, but Fisher vaguely felt a sense of familiarity...

"Hey, Fisher, what are you looking at?"

The next moment, Valentina's voice came from beside him, and Fisher, still dazed, turned his head to see. Amidst the vast expanse of white snow, the cold wind picked up again, blowing a strand of white hair on Valentina's forehead as she half-bent over with her hands behind her back, sizing him up. She wore the same black dress and slighty askew small hat she had on when they first met, as alluring as the mole beneath her pale silver eyes, making her smile appear both graceful and lively.

And below her, she no longer sat in the wheelchair that had always followed her like a shadow; instead, she stood firmly on the snowy ground—it was the first time Fisher had seen her standing normally...

"Hm? Is it because it's your first time using magic that you feel a bit uncomfortable? Why the daze, Fisher?"

She raised her hand to tuck a stray lock of hair brushed by the north wind behind her ear, straightened up, and moved a bit closer to Fisher while cupping her hands around her mouth, shouting loudly at the dazed Fisher in front of her,

"Hey! Fisher! Can you hear me?!"

The north wind carried her voice far, reaching a butterfly in the distant snow that had been unable to take flight, lifting it into the air for the first time to display its breathtaking beauty as it soared in the vast sky.

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