Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 610.2: Promise (2)

Roel thought about what he had just seen and heard as the two of them walked down the street: the tattered united army armor on sale, the vendor’s words, as well as what he had heard from the owner of the apple store.

Now that I think about it, even if this street is pieced together from other fragments of my memories, I don’t think I have had direct interactions with the vendors before. I have also never encountered vendors selling loot from the battlefield. All of these are coming out of nowhere.

In the first place, isn’t it weird how conscious I am in a dream?

Wait a moment—a dream?

Am I… really in a dream?

“Daddy!”

“!”

As this thought occurred to Roel, the girl who had been holding his hand all this while suddenly halted her footsteps and let out a sigh.

“It’s all daddy’s fault for thinking so much. We can’t continue playing anymore.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, this is my dream. I would have used the Ascart Fiefdom since it’s the place I grew up in, but so many things have changed there that I couldn’t use it. I didn’t think there would be so many inconsistencies in the Holy Capital too. What a failure.”

“Failure? Could it be…”

“Yes, I am not just a figment of your imagination. I am your real daughter. You can tell through my eyes and hair, right?”

“!”

Roel widened his eyes in shock. He hurriedly squatted down to take a proper look at the black-haired, golden-eyed girl before him.

My real daughter? How can this be? Even through the use of temporal spells… Ah! Is that why the medium is a dreamscape?

Returning to the past was nigh impossible even with the use of temporal spells, but the difficulty would be greatly lowered if presented in the form of a prophetic dream.

“Yes, that’s the case,” the girl replied with a joyful nod, as if having heard Roel’s inner voice.

Roel became agitated. Staring at the girl before him, he asked an important question that he had been neglecting all this while: “What’s your name?”

“Ah, I can’t do that. I can’t tell my name to daddy even though I really want to do so. It’l

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