Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 685: Dream of the Golden Rose

"Come over here, Susanna!" Behind the layered tree shadows, soft warm light blurred their outlines, and the sweet scent of nectar was locked in mist, dampening the light silk fabric. The Elves’ tone was cheerful, and the name called out sounded more like lyrics to a song. The lively introduction ended, but what came next was a disappointing heaviness. It was the sound of thorns rolling in the soil, and a tall figure moved like a tower, crushing the sweetness.

The former Elf Executive stretched out her palm, and the lush vegetation at the command of their mistress recoiled its roots, opening up a path. Susanna didn’t know how old these plants were, but they couldn’t be very old; the truly ancient ones had already become spirits. At least, in the Dream Forest, such trees would never be so unaccommodating.

"Elan, you’re not familiar with this place, be careful."

Calling out the nickname of the Green Dragon Priest Irason, Susanna ordered the vines to capture the Elf ahead of her; she was walking too fast, and this careless Dragon Priest had once fallen on flat ground in her own home.

That Elf sister, who in her eyes was made up entirely of clumsiness and cuteness, surprisingly displayed the innate agility and flexibility of her race in such circumstances. Irason had taken off her usual lichen robe and put on a more form-fitting silk fabric, moving like an elegant breeze, leaving behind only a lingering fragrance to grasp.

In contrast, her own Thorn Armor was too cumbersome, and Susanna could only watch as Irason disappeared from her view. The real steward of the Dream Elves recalled the words Irason had spoken when she had teleported them to this strange forest.

"Let’s go for a vacation, Susanna!" Interrupting her own teaching of the Green Dragon Claudia to control dreams, the slacker priestess had spoken words that fit her character.

Susanna gritted her teeth; there shouldn’t be any danger here.

"Stop right there, troublemaker Elf!"

The hard armor dissolved in the mist, and the shattered dark purple thorns opened like blooming flowers, revealing the center’s vivid and delicate stigma. A petite green figure ran barefoot in the forest, with hair almost as long as her height flowing through the dense woods. The steam patted her real skin, inducing a tickling sensation. Climbing the rough tree trunks while running, Susanna controlled her hair to swing between trees, closing in on the Green Dragon Priest at an even faster speed.

"You can’t catch me, Susanna!" The laughter of the Elf grew nearer; the fool probably didn’t realize the distance between them was shrinking. Susanna couldn’t wait to imagine what she would look like once caught: capturing her, tickling her side and the soles of her feet, listening to her pleas and watching her roll from side to side.

They were so close now; Susanna had already smelled the floral scent of the Green Dragon Priest’s hair, in the salty and moist air.

She reached out! Susanna stepped on a tree trunk, leapt with force, and her hair, flying in the air, cast a net toward Irason.

The light brightened suddenly before Susanna’s eyes, unobscured by anything, the glare entered her still unaccustomed eyes in an instant.

Susanna embraced Irason, and they both fell onto a soft cushion made of hair, but she didn’t carry out her punishment. Because the unusual sight before her had already captured her.

The azure sky looked like a canvas hanging down from the edge of the world, with crushed stars tossed into the water, dancing on the surface with the waves, fluttering toward her. But the white sand had already drawn the boundary line; those remarkable performers could only bow out, waiting for the next wave to arrive.

The warmth of the sun seeped up from the sand beneath, and only then did Susanna notice the sunburn-like blush on Irason’s face.

Susanna blocked the sunlight above her head; two exquisite faces opposed each other up and down. The Green Dragon Priest’s eyes shimmered, very beautiful, and so was Susanna.

"Did you prepare this, Elan?"

"It’s the ocean; the sunlight and beach are just right." Irason covered her cheeks, peeking through her fingers at the sister so close by, "I created it based on the scenes in your dreams, like it?"

"I like it, just as I like you." Susanna’s head slowly drooped.

"There are other people here!!" A scream overpowered the sound of the waves, and taking advantage of Susanna’s distraction, Irason moved away on all fours.

Nearby, within twenty meters, a woman in a cool outfit was smiling in their direction.

The White Dragon Priest Princess, in a flesh and blood disguise, had a tall figure, and soft curves wrapped in cool silk. The Lady of Frost wore a smile like melting early snow, with an innocent air as she raised her hands.

"I was here first, sorry to interrupt."

The Elf Executive regained her dignified demeanor in the presence of an outsider, although her smaller size made her look like an adorable little grown-up.

"I am Princess, the White Dragon Priest, welcome to the White Dragon’s artificial beach."

"Susanna, the Dream Druid, Irason’s sister. I truly appreciate your preparations."

"No need to be so polite, we’re all here to enjoy vacation. Ah, perhaps we should keep to ourselves, I won’t disturb you two." The White Dragon Priest chuckled behind her hand, symbolically stepping back a little.

"No, please stay, I would feel guilty driving away the host. Besides, with you here I can control myself better."

And so, the vacation of the three women began.

Due to a certain person, Susanna and Princess found they had a lot in common and got along splendidly. They lay on loungers woven from branches and vines, basking in the sunlight while having a pleasant chat.