In the current dreamscape, two Celias actually existed: one was the true Dream Shadow with a maiden’s soul, staying with Agatha; the other was a phantom crafted by Agatha herself to deceive the girls.
Agatha had done this because she sensed Celia possessed far greater magical power than Nevia and the others. To prevent any unexpected incidents, she decided to deal with Celia alone first, before teaching Nevia and her friends a lesson.
Her original goal was to retaliate against Nevia and Nina for challenging her when she first arrived in this world—a grave insult to a Demon, in Agatha’s eyes. Yin, however, had joined this game purely out of her own mischievous whims.
Inside the colossal castle, Yin—the black-haired, alluring Dream Administrator—hugged her knees. Her black leather shoes lay discarded somewhere, revealing delicate little feet clad in silky stockings.
“Hehehe…” Her laughter rang out, unmistakably gleeful. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, a faint pink flush dusting her cheeks. She cradled her chin in pale hands, utterly intoxicated by something only she could feel.
Yin had split her consciousness into the distant, false Celia, savoring the soft, petite body of a little girl through the avatar.
Somewhere in her endless existence, she’d awakened to an obsession with “loli.”
Gently biting her finger, Yin felt her cheeks burn. In that moment, she almost believed this obsession was all she needed—even her long-yearned-for master slipped from her thoughts.
Yin was ecstatic. But Agatha’s situation was far from pleasant.
*Crack!*
The real Celia raised her whip, lashing Agatha’s body—but carefully avoiding vital spots. Celia was usually quiet, disliking such bizarre antics. Yet Agatha had dredged up painful memories, prompting the girl to repay her in kind: inflicting every torment Agatha had once planned for her.
The slender whip struck Agatha’s flesh. Mild pain mingled with a faint, tingling numbness, leaving her momentarily disoriented.
Beyond the sting, Agatha sensed a strange, inexplicable flutter of panic.
“Hmph…” Celia narrowed her eyes, an aura of palpable dread radiating from her.
“Nngh…” Agatha whimpered in fear, though her eyes held a flicker of anticipation neither of them noticed.
Meanwhile, deep within the dream, the “Celia” controlled by Yin hugged Nevia and Nina close, pinching their soft little cheeks with a mischievous grin.
“Let me go!” Nevia fumed, struggling against her bindings. Her movements were sealed. Nina, though normally free to move, had been weakened by the *Book of Georgia*. She lay limp in the girl’s arms, wide-eyed and trembling, too scared to resist despite her unbound state.
“Sister Celia, don’t bully Nina, meow…” Nina pleaded pitifully, even adding a deliberate, cutesy “meow” at the end.
*Where’s your dignity?!* Nevia screamed internally. Still, it worked—the attention Celia had split between them now focused entirely on Nina’s antics.
Celia’s eyes gleamed with fervor as she pinched Nina’s plump, baby-soft cheeks. She buried her face in the girl’s neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
“Sister Celia, hahaha… that tickles…” Nina giggled helplessly as warm breath brushed her skin.
Seizing the chance, Nevia frantically signaled Alyssa nearby. Though Alyssa had also been bound earlier, Celia—deeming her harmless—had lifted the restraint.
True to form, Alyssa merely watched Celia “bully” the others, dazed and unresponsive, her mind seemingly stuck in neutral.
*Hey! Can’t you see my desperate eyes?!* Nevia strained until her eyes ached. Only when their gazes accidentally met did Alyssa jolt awake.
*Huh?*
Alyssa tilted her head, confusion clouding her face. *What’s wrong?*
Nevia’s stomach clenched. *Save me!* Years of childhood friendship forged a silent language. She poured every ounce of urgency into her stare.
But Alyssa’s face flushed crimson. She slowly turned away, bowing her head, radiating shyness.
*What on earth are you imagining?!* Nevia nearly choked on her frustration. She sighed inwardly. Then—Alyssa turned back, her expression suddenly resolute.
*Finally.* Relief washed over Nevia.
Alyssa approached them step by step.
The “Celia” busy tormenting Nina looked up, puzzled.
*Has my charm won her over? Is she surrendering willingly?* A smile tugged at her lips. Then she frowned—she only had two hands. How could she hug three little girls? A delightful dilemma.
*Ah, right. This is a dream. I’ll just ask Agatha to grow me another arm.* She paused. *That bratty “loli” cut contact earlier for some reason…*
*Whatever. I’ll try again. If it fails, I’ll think of something else.*
A sly grin curved “Celia’s” lips as she silently called to Agatha.
“Hey, *loli*! *Loli*! It’s Yin!” she teased, using Agatha’s most hated nickname. She waited smugly for the furious, helpless shrieks. Yin was a loli connoisseur, not an “infant” enthusiast—Agatha held zero appeal. *Though… maybe when she’s older…*
But—
The voice echoing in her mind wasn’t the expected rage. It was panicked, yet laced with desperate hope:
“Yin! Help me… please…!”
Yin instantly knew this wasn’t a joke. Agatha would *never* ignore being called “loli.”
If she didn’t even care about that insult, the situation was dire.
Logically, Yin should rush to save her.
But—
Yin refused to waste this golden opportunity to touch real little girls. As the Spirit of the Artifact, she’d languished for eons in the Demon King’s treasury, surviving on fragmented memories left by her master, Virgil.
For a being who’d awakened human emotions, that existence was torture.
And that was why she’d become obsessed with “loli.” By some twist of fate, Virgil’s memories held little beyond world lore—and mountains of bizarre anime, novels, and blush-inducing “doujinshi” featuring little girls.
*It’s not my fault I turned out like this!*
Yet as a self-proclaimed loli lover, Yin had never *touched* a real one. The cruelty! When she first saw Nevia and the others, she’d nearly lost control. Only Virgil’s lingering influence—a remnant of his “gentlemanly” facade—held her back.
Now, wearing another’s form, her desires ran wild. Kneading soft skin, breathing in sweet scents… Yin felt she’d ascended to paradise.
“Hey, *loli*! I can’t hear you! Some interference—must be your shoddy dream setup. I’ll call back later!”
Without a shred of conscience, she severed the connection, blaming Agatha for the “static.” Teammate abandoned.
Though her true form lingered in the castle, ready to rescue Agatha… the girl had no intention of splitting her focus. Not when three delicious little treats awaited her full attention.
*Little girls reign supreme!*
As for Agatha? She’d save her later. In this dreamscape, Nightmares couldn’t truly die. If one *could* be killed by an enemy here… well, they deserved to perish anyway.
