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Nebra's fingers trembled slightly as she set her glass down,
The faint clink echoing against the quiet hum of the restaurant.
Clink~
Her violet eyes shimmered with unease —
Not fear, but something deeper… something she couldn't quite define.
"Noelle,"
She said quietly, her voice suddenly stripped of its usual composure.
"It's not just a dream. I've been seeing her… our mother — Acier Silva."
Noelle froze.
"____"
The soft light flickered against her face,
Highlighting the disbelief widening in her eyes.
"Mother…?"
She whispered.
"But that's impossible. She's been—"
"—gone for years,"
Nebra finished, her lips tightening.
"I know. But it feels real. The first time it happened, I brushed it off as exhaustion. But it kept happening — every few nights. I'd see her standing in the Silver Eagle courtyard… dressed in her old captain uniform, the wind tugging at her cloak, her eyes watching me."
Noelle's pulse quickened.
She leaned forward, the warmth from her untouched tea fading beneath the cold chill creeping up her spine.
"What does she say in the dreams?"
Nebra hesitated, her expression distant —
"____"
As if replaying each image in her mind.
"She doesn't speak at first. She just… looks at me, with that calm, proud smile she used to have when she watched me train when I was a kid. But the last dream was different."
Her eyes darkened.
"She spoke my name. And then she said—"
The words caught in her throat. Noelle could see the faint tremor in Nebra's hands.
"She said: 'Find me.'"
Noelle frowned, confused.
Frown~
"Find?"
"That's what I don't know, She is dead for years..."
Nebra whispered.
"And then… I woke up. My mana was flaring on its own, like something — or someone — had stirred it."
For a moment, both sisters sat in silence.
The soft chatter of nobles around them felt miles away.
Noelle finally broke the quiet, her tone calm but firm, recalling Ben's words.
"Ben once told me something during training,"
She said.
"That our minds shape our mana. If you dwell on worry, fear, or guilt… it takes form — even in dreams. Maybe this is that. Maybe what you're seeing is your heart's way of trying to tell you something unresolved."
Nebra looked at her with conflicted eyes, her usual confidence flickering.
"I thought so too. But Noelle…"
— she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper —
"the last dream… Mother wasn't alone."
Noelle's eyes widened.
"What do you mean?"
Noelle's brows furrowed as she leaned back in her chair,
Her fingers gripping the edge of the table.
The golden candlelight flickered across her face, but her mind was far away —
Tangled in what her sister had just said.
"So… you couldn't hear the name?"
She asked softly.
Nebra shook her head, her long lilac hair swaying faintly.
"No. It was like… the sound itself was cut off. Every time she tried to speak it, the dream would distort — like someone was interfering. All I could see was that shadow beside her. Tall, broad-shouldered, calm… but terrifying. The mana coming from him didn't feel like anything I've sensed before."
Her eyes drifted downward, her voice quieter now.
"I don't know what it was could it be a devil."
For a long while, neither sister spoke.
"____"
Only the faint clinking of cutlery from nearby tables filled the silence.
Noelle finally exhaled, setting her cup down carefully.
"Did you tell big brother Nozel about it?"
Nebra hesitated —
Then shook her head.
"No."
Noelle blinked in surprise.
"____"
"Why not? He should know—"
"He wouldn't believe me,"
Nebra cut in, her tone firm but laced with frustration.
"To him, dreams are just dreams. And even if he did believe me, he'd probably order an investigation or summon priests from the church. The last thing I want is the entire family's name tangled in rumors about spirits or ghosts."
Noelle lowered her gaze, her thumb brushing the rim of her cup.
"Still… if it's about Mother, it could mean something. Maybe she's trying to reach us. Or warn us."
Nebra's expression softened slightly,
But her eyes still carried that haunted gleam.
"That's what I keep thinking. But every time I try to fall asleep now, I get this… feeling. Like someone's watching me. Not Mother — someone else. The shadow in the dream."
Her voice dipped to a whisper.
"It's as if he's getting closer."
Noelle's breath caught in her throat.
Her mana flickered faintly, reacting to the unease radiating from her sister.
"Sister…"
She murmured.
"What if… what if that figure isn't part of the dream? What if it's real?"
Nebra's lips parted slightly —
"____"
She wanted to dismiss it, to laugh it off as childish imagination.
But something in Noelle's eyes told her she couldn't.
Finally, she said quietly,
"Then we need to find out who he is… before he finds us."
Nebra took a slow breath, gathering her thoughts.
The faint hum of the restaurant around them faded as she finally spoke again —
This time with quiet determination.
"I've been thinking about it,"
She said, her voice steadying.
"I'm going to the royal palace tomorrow. I'll speak directly with His Majesty — with Ben."
Noelle's eyes widened, the candlelight dancing in them like stars.
"You're going to meet sensei?"
Nebra nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Nod~
"He's not just the king — he's a mage unlike anyone else I've ever seen. If there's something strange about these dreams, since he has a abilty to transform into a that ghost thing, then about that shadow or Mother's presence… he'll know what it means. Maybe even sense where it's coming from."
Noelle leaned forward, her expression lighting up with a spark of hope.
"That's a great idea, Sister! Sensei always said dreams can be gateways — reflections of mana itself. If it's connected to Mom, then he might definitely know something."
Her enthusiasm made Nebra smile faintly —
The first true smile since the topic began.
"You really think so?"
"Of course!"
Noelle said earnestly.
"You should tell him everything — how the dream keeps repeating, how the name always gets cut off. If anyone can figure it out, it's him. You know how sensei always sees things others can't."
Nebra looked down at her drink, swirling it absentmindedly before murmuring,
"Then it's settled. I'll leave for the palace at dawn. Maybe… this time, I'll finally understand why Mother's spirit is restless."
Noelle reached across the table and squeezed her sister's hand gently.
"Tell him I said hi — and please, be careful, okay? If there's something dangerous in that dream, we'll face it together."
Nebra gave a quiet nod.
Nod~
"Together,"
She repeated with a small, resolute smile.
As the two sisters rose from their table,
The next morning...
The Clover Kingdom awoke to a buzz unlike anything it had felt before.
Trumpets blared across the capital as the royal messengers,
Clad in gleaming white and gold,
Rode through the streets on their broomsticks and carriages.
Each corner echoed with the same message,
Carried by magic loudspeakers glowing with golden runes.
"By decree of His Majesty King Ben of the Clover Kingdom — in three days' time, every citizen is invited to witness a historic event! The unveiling of a revolutionary creation that will bring stories to life! A new form of magic entertainment… called a movie!"
The word echoed through the air —
'movie.'
No one knew what it meant, but the air was thick with curiosity and excitement.
Across the kingdom,
From the crowded markets of Kikka to the quiet farms of Hage Village,
People stopped what they were doing to listen.
Children pointed at the glowing scrolls that projected floating illusions of the king's seal,
While merchants whispered rumors that this might be some new kind of royal festival.
"Is it a play?"
One woman asked, clutching her child's hand.
"No, they said it's moving paintings!"
Shouted another.
"Moving paintings? Bah! Sounds like magic from another world!"
Meanwhile, in every major town and city, construction was underway.
Tall, elegant buildings were rising at a speed only possible through the combined efforts of earth and spatial mages —
Massive halls adorned with royal banners and shimmering mana crystals.
Signs began to appear in front of each one:
"Clover Royal Theatre — Grand Opening in 3 Days!"
Inside the palace,
Flintoff Draintip and his research team worked tirelessly under Ben's supervision.
The halls echoed with the hum of mana-powered machinery and the faint flicker of prism projectors being calibrated for perfection.
Julius, as usual, was there too —
Leaning over one of the prototypes, eyes wide with childlike wonder.
"Ben! This is going to change everything! The way people see magic… the way they experience stories — it's beyond imagination!"
Ben, standing beside him with arms crossed, allowed a faint grin.
Grin~
"That's the plan, Julius. Magic isn't just for battle or research — it's for connection. For understanding. Let's show the world what it can really do."
all across the realm, whispers spread like wildfire —
"The King is creating something never seen before."
"A story you can watch… not read."
"A magic for everyone."
The kingdom was counting the days.
Three days until history would be made.
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