"Greya?" Angor immediately thought of a giant figure.
He shuddered and tried to get rid of the image in his mind.
If Greya was a "little" sister, then Angor was not qualified to be called a "big" brother!
But what if Greya, the Gourmet Wizard, "Warrior Barbie" Greya? Fairy World was the headquarters of Fairytown, and Candy House was one of the organizations under the jurisdiction of Fairytown. It was not impossible for Greya to show up in Fairy World.
But he also heard that Felicia went to Brilliance Plane to look for a Prophet. Did she find Greya already?
With that in mind, Angor simulated Greya's image.
She had curly purple hair, bright red lips, a small nose, and seductive eye makeup. Greya's facial features were all beautiful. Unfortunately, she was too fat. Her chin was so fat that it reached six levels.
Even though it was just an illusion, Angor still felt like he was looking at a "monster of flesh".
"Is she the big sister you were talking about?" Angor pointed at Greya's image.
Greya's appearance was very evil. She had purple hair, purple clothes, and heavy makeup, which made her look like a wicked stepmother in a fairy tale. The little girl quickly backed away in fear.
"No, no!" The girl waved her hands. "She's really pretty. She's only a little taller than me. And she's skinny, not fat at all! "
Angor rubbed his chin. According to the girl's description, she was not "Warrior Barbie" Greya. Maybe she just had the same name.
Angor removed the illusion and asked with a smile, "I'm leaving now. May I know your name before I leave?"
The girl looked disappointed when she heard that Angor was going to leave. However, when she saw Angor treating her with the proper etiquette of a noble, she was a little surprised and smiled shyly.
"I'm —" The girl lifted the hem of her dress and tried to answer. But just like when Angor forgot the bird's name, she stopped again.
"Big brother, I forgot my name too." The little girl lowered her head dejectedly. "I've forgotten so many things. I can't even remember my brother's name."
Angor was a little surprised and realized that the "brother" the girl was referring to was the boy whose face was missing in the painting.
"Forget the memories of the past, don't think about it anymore." When he thought about the mass grave and the countless undead creatures, he could imagine what kind of humiliation and despair they must have gone through before they died. Perhaps she was trying to protect herself by forgetting her past.
The girl was still a bit down. Angor knew that this was a sign of insecurity due to her lack of self-awareness.
If one was confused about their past, they would also be confused about their future.
"Should I give you a nickname?" The first step of self-recognition was to have a clear opinion of oneself.
The little girl nodded blankly.
A real name was the best choice, but he didn't want to give it to someone else. In the unspoken rules of the noble circle, once a person was given a name, that person would be responsible for their future. This rule applied to all slaves, servants, and newborns. Normally, they didn't have names.
Angor considered and remembered the word the girl called out when she was stuck. "Flowey. Should I call you Flowey from now on?"
"Flowey." The girl repeated the name repeatedly. "Flowey?"
"Yes, Flowey."
The girl suddenly covered her head with both hands and shook it repeatedly. "I'm Flowey. I'm — Ah!"
Angor did not know how to react to the girl's sudden change. After a while, she finally stopped. Her eyes were filled with tears as she sniffled with grievance.
"You don't like the nickname? I'll give you another one. "
The girl shook her head. "Big brother, I just remembered something. There's someone I can't see clearly, but I feel close to. He called me Flowey too. I think I used to be called Flowey? "She paused and said firmly," I won't change it. I'll be called Flowey from now on. "
Flowey? What a coincidence. Angor didn't think too much about it. "Alright then. Miss Flowey, I'll leave you alone —"
Angor suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Flowey's disappointed face and the dark environment. He really couldn't bring himself to say something like "you'll be a good girl by yourself".
He considered for a moment and began to release mana from his body.
Under Flowey's puzzled gaze, the surroundings suddenly brightened up. They left the dark cave and found themselves in a warm room. This was a typical girl's boudoir. It had pink wallpaper, moving dolls, wind chimes that could make sounds, rosewood soldiers that could play drums, and a music box that could sing. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, they saw willow leaves fluttering in the wind, a meandering river, and green mountains in the distance.
"It's so beautiful!" Flowey looked at her surroundings in surprise. She quickly opened the window and looked at the green illusion outside.
"Can I jump down?"
Angor looked a little embarrassed. "Just look. Don't go down."
Flowey also realized that this was an illusion. She smiled and thanked Angor. "Thank you, big brother. It's beautiful. Even more beautiful than my house when I was alive."
Angor always thought that Flowey didn't know that she was dead. But she knew better than anyone else.
Angor pointed at the dolls on the floor and the pink fairy tale books on the bookshelf. "You can touch them. You can read them when you're bored."
Making virtual objects feel real was the foundation of nightmare illusions.
As for the fairy tales on the bookshelf, Angor read them himself when he was young, so it wasn't hard to simulate them.
Flowey thought that this was all an illusion, so she tried her best not to touch them. But when Angor told her that she could touch them, her eyes lit up. She happily picked up a rabbit doll. "Thank you, big brother."
He was going to ask how Flowey died, but he changed the topic in the end. He didn't want to rub salt on someone else's wound when it was already bad enough.
"I'll be going now." Angor left two high-quality magic crystals as the power source for the illusion. Even one magic crystal would take a long time to create an illusion that didn't attack enemies, let alone two high-quality ones.
"Can I know your name, big brother?" Flowey suddenly called.
"Padt. You can call me Mister Padt." With that, Angor waved at Flowey and left the cave.
Two magic crystals weren't a big deal for someone like Angor who had a lot of money. But if he could get a Soul Orb with two magic crystals, it would be a great deal. Even if it was just an advance.
After leaving the cave, Angor kept thinking about Flowey.
When he talked to Flowey just now, he felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was the same feeling that made him feel a bit sorry for Flowey.
When he was in the karst cave, he had secretly investigated it and didn't find anything wrong. Now that he thought about it, he still found it strange.
When he returned to the entrance of the graveyard, someone's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
It wasn't Flowey's ugly face. It was a handsome face. It belonged to Dodoro!
Memories of his time with Dodoro flooded into his mind.
"Accent!" He remembered now! It was an accent!
Flowey's accent was soft and gentle. It was even more childish than a child's. Because of this, Angor didn't notice the local accent behind the "cute" child's voice.
Flowey's accent and the way it used certain words were exactly the same as Dodoro's. No wonder he felt so close to Flowey.
When he first heard Dodoro's voice, he already felt that he heard it somewhere before. Now, he heard the same voice again.
Without hesitation, Angor returned to the graveyard.
However, he didn't go to the underground cave first. Instead, he went to the right side of the graveyard where Flowey's remains were kept.
He was too focused on the heart-shaped necklace to pay attention to the skeleton. If Flowey and Dodoro came from the same place, there would be three extra "tail" bones in Flowey's caudal vertebrae.
However, when he checked the coffin again, he didn't find any extra caudal vertebrae.
"So Dodoro's accent is actually from Pocratee? And Flowey is from Pocratee? " Since Dodoro was found in Pocratee, why did Angor feel that he had heard something similar from Pocratee a long time ago?
Angor couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go back to the cave and ask.
On his way to the left side of the graveyard, he decided to put Flowey's coffin into his bracelet.
He returned to the bottom of the well and placed Flowey's coffin in a corner. Then, he took out the necklace and entered the cave.
Although he had brought her coffin to the bottom of the well, he didn't think that Huahua would be happy to see his bones. So, he decided to leave the necklace here so that it wouldn't be damaged, and Flowey wouldn't feel sad.
Inside the cave, he saw Flowey sitting by the window with a rabbit in her arms. She was looking at the scenery outside while spacing out.
Flowey stood up happily when she saw Angor. "Mister Padt! That's great, you're back! "
Angor took out the necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. "Is this yours?"
Flowey looked at the necklace with tears in her eyes. "Yes, my big brother gave it to me …"
Angor handed the necklace to Flowey. "I saw it when I was passing by, so I decided to give it to you."
Flowey reached out a hand to take the necklace. However, the necklace went through her hand and fell to the ground.
Flowey was surprised, while Angor felt a little embarrassed. He forgot that Flowey was a soul, and she wasn't strong enough to affect the material world yet.
Flowey scratched her head and said shyly, "When I was hugging the doll, it felt so real. I thought I could pick things up … but I didn't think I still couldn't. I'm already dead, so it's normal that I can't pick things up."
The items in the illusion were virtual. Flowey's touch felt real because of the nightmare illusion's effect. She still couldn't pick up real objects.
Angor picked up the necklace. "I'll put it on your bed then. You can see it whenever you want."
Flowey shook her head. "Mister Padt, there's a secret compartment in the necklace. Can you take it out?"
Angor nodded and skillfully took out the silk painting from the compartment and spread it on the table in the illusion.
Flowey looked at the painting and smiled happily. "I only need this painting, Mister Padt. I want to give this necklace to you. Thank you for giving me such a nice gift. "Flowey pointed at the illusion." I like it very much. "
The necklace wasn't a rare item, and it was made of ordinary materials. Angor wanted to refuse, but when he saw Flowey's hopeful look, he nodded and accepted it.
"Thank you." Angor put the necklace into a corner of his bracelet. Then, he asked the purpose of his visit, "Huahua, do you still remember where you lived when you were young?"
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