Chapter 388 - "Inner Demons"

[Entering her mind again?] The Godfather paused. He suddenly thought that it was a good idea…

[Yup, just enter her mind, soothe her and get rid of her nightmare or something. How is it?] Zev stretched his tiny limbs as he floated around.

At this rate, Ainsley would never wake up because she's trapped inside her nightmare. That wouldn't be anything good.

The Godfather thought about it for a while before finally nodding.

[Okay. Send this lord's consciousness into Lil Lass's mind. This Lord will try to help her.]

[Oki, oki~ ] Zev started the process of transferring the Godfather's consciousness into Ainsley's mind. Thus, both adults couldn't feel what's going on around them.

Little did they know that when they're doing the ritual, a certain blue-skinned elf peeked into the bedroom.

The elf's ears twitched, and the clear eyes concealed behind his bang blinked as he looked at Ainsley from afar.

'That's...my master. She's still unconscious?'

The elf gripped the door as he poked his head once more, trying to see more clearly but afraid to enter the bedroom…

Because he's not worth it, and he's just a slave, right?

It was at that moment that Axelle heard Ainsley's faint groaning.

"Ugh….ughhh…"

The elf's ears perked up. He instantly furrowed.

'Sleep talking? Is my master having a nightmare? That's...not good…'

The elf retracted his neck and slowly tip-toed, leaving the corridor while planning to do something.

Meanwhile, the Godfather's consciousness had entered Ainsley's mind, and the first thing he saw was the darkness and the bloody figures filling it.

The young man couldn't help but squint.

Is this what my little disciple sees in her dream? No wonder she has nightmares…

This scene is just too much for her.

The Godfather shook his head as he walked past the bloody figures.

Whenever some figures tried to attack him and murmured something, he would casually kick the figures or slash their head.

"Scram. This Lord isn't fond of killing the dead for the second time." The Godfather glared at the bloody figures, and somehow, the figures shuddered.

One by one, they left the Godfather alone, not daring to approach him.

When the Godfather saw this, he suddenly realised that these figures should be Ainsley's inner demons created because of her guilt after massacring her enemy.

If she didn't do something to these inner demons, her future growth wouldn't be smooth, and it's easier to descend into madness anytime.

'Well, that Lil Lass is indeed too kind until her inner demons formed so easily like this…'

The inner demons not only consisted of Ainsley's guilt of massacring her enemy. There were some created because of Ainsley's guilt toward the death of innocent villagers in her territory.

There was another one because of her people's death. Another one was because of her jealousy toward Blair.

Ah, there's also this inner demon created because of Ainsley's hatred toward the Aretha family.

Oh, there's a grudge toward her dad too.

All of these created a sea of inner demons that appeared as Ainsley's nightmare, triggered by the post-traumatic stress after she massacred tons of people for the first time.

The Godfather looked at the darkness around him and sighed.

'Lil Lass, just where are you? Your inner mind is just so vast…'

The Godfather grumbled since he couldn't find Ainsley right away. He had just thought so when a childish voice rang throughout the space, out of the blue.

"Gwo! Gwo away! You guys are disgwusthing! Waaahhh! Let gwooooo!"

The Godfather's ears perked up. He immediately looked in the direction of the voice while picking up his pace.

That's...Ain's voice. She should be there!

Indeed. The Godfather had just walked for several steps when he saw a little baby dressed in rabbit pyjamas was squatting on the black floor while shoo-ing several inner demons in the form of bloody figures.

The baby had tears and snots everywhere on her face, looking absolutely a mess.

The Godfather suddenly didn't know what to say.

Why is the Lil lass so pitiful, ah?

The young man shook his head once more as he walked toward the little girl.

"Gwo! Gwo away!" Ainsley was busy pushing the bloody figures without hurting them when the Godfather opened his mouth.

"Lil Lass."

His majestic voice rang throughout the space until the bloody figures also stopped attacking Ainsley.

Even the baby herself slowly stood up, poked her head out of the crowd of inner demons with tears threatening to drip down her eyes.

"U-uncwle G-gwodfathel?"

"Yeah."

"I-is it weally ywou?" Ainsley hiccuped as she pushed some inner demons away and started to run toward the Godfather's figure.

That long green hair. That pair of golden eyes. That tall body and arrogant standing pose…

It's the Godfather! Godfather!

Ainsley didn't wait for the Godfather to do anything, and once she's out of the crowd, she instantly jumped to the young man's embrace.

"Uwaaaaahhh! Gwodfathellllll!!!"

Her saliva, tears and snots flew everywhere that the Godfather almost slapped Ainsley away in reflex.

"L-lil lass?" The Godfather staggered as he caught Ainsley and let her nestled in his arms. Somehow, the baby immediately buried her face into his chest and sobbed.

"Hwaaaa, Gwodfathellll. I dwon't know if ywou are real or not, b-but twank God…"

Ainsley was already at the edge of succumbing to her inner demons. She had been too tired all this time, alone in space…

Until the Godfather came.

It was as if...seeing coals in winter.

A blessing!

When the Godfather saw Ainsley cry like that, he suddenly didn't know what to do. The young man scratched his head while looking away from the baby.

"There, there, this lord is here. Don't cry…" The Godfather stiffly patted Ainsley's back.

This should be good, right?

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