46: Chapter 46: The Mysterious Object of the Illusion Dream 46: Chapter 46: The Mysterious Object of the Illusion Dream “I heard from Mother that next month you’re going to leave for Pamir Academy in the Royal Capital to pursue further studies.

So, I wanted to prepare a parting gift for you, brother,” she said.

“I heard this legend from an old lady who sells woven grass, so…”

Soon, under Anvis’s inquiry, the girl, like a cheerful little bird, chattered away the whole story to him.

He thought of her in the past half-month, every afternoon she would run out and only come back very late.

With his deep blue eyes slightly closed, the pale and slender noble boy took a light breath.

When he opened his eyes again, looked at the girl’s excitedly flushed cute face, and a very soft smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you, Fei, this is the best parting gift I have ever received—”

For Anvis, this sudden surprise was like a traveler on a snowy field in the winter night, who sees a temporary camp in the distance during a tough journey.

And in the center of the camp, a small bonfire made from cedar branches warmly glowing.

Plain, yet heartwarming—

“Hehe…

actually it’s nothing much, it just took a bit more time to find, and I asked Annie to make the box and the flower pots…”

Fei’s cheeks turned even redder from Anvis’s unexpectedly lavish praise, laughing shyly, while subtly tilting her little head, her brilliant light golden hair sparkling.

“In fact, I originally planned to bring it out at the time of parting to surprise you.

But I couldn’t wait, so I brought it out now…”

As she spoke, the girl’s voice gradually became quieter.

Anvis smiled, touched the vine again, letting it revert back to a box shape; he had already understood the structure of this magic.

“Well, why not give it again on the day I leave for the academy—”

He said, passing the box back to the girl, and smiled gently as he winked at her.

“Oh, huh?

Is that possible?”

Fiona was startled, holding the box somewhat bewildered, her peachy lips slightly parted, and her clear lake-blue eyes filled with confusion.

“Just keep it with you for now, Fei, and let father and mother also share a bit of your good fortune.”

Anvis chuckled lightly and gracefully gestured towards the box with a ‘please’.

“Well, you’re right,” Fiona agreed, nodding, and put away the box.

“Then, brother, continue reading.

I won’t disturb you anymore~”

With that, the girl gracefully got up and walked towards the library’s main door.

Anvis smiled and watched as the girl’s figure disappeared outside the door.

Then, he began to reflect on himself.

In his former memories, this scene did not exist.

In other words, his presence itself has unconsciously changed something.

‘Indeed, in the past life because Fiona diluted the Duke and Duchess’s attention, little Anvis, who was only a year older than her, did not have such a good relationship with her as now.’

‘Perhaps, some arrangements can be modified a bit…’

Silently smiling, Anvis closed the book on the desk and set it aside.

Then, he beckoned with his hand, and another book from near the top of the shelf flew down into his hands.

The book was large, about half a foot thick, and emanated an otherworldly aura.

If the person holding the book had slightly lower spiritual power, they might directly drift into an illusory dream.

The cover was a cold black, yet inexplicably conveyed a sense of tranquility and peace.

The cover is embossed with two lines of elegant ancient Gumanis script, which seems to emit a changing glow under Anvis’s gaze.

“On the Growth of Illusion Dream Mysterious Objects”

——Nodens

“These pieces of knowledge will come in handy sooner or later, won’t they?

For now, it’s merely a head start in studying.”

Anvis opened the book, his spiritual power fully operational as he resisted the constant erosion of the dreamlike aura while he read carefully.

……

On the penultimate day before heading to the academy, Anvis left the Book Collection Room and entered the Alchemy Laboratory after a long while.

“Activate the highest level of protection—”

Standing in front of the specialized Magic Conducting Composite Rune Alchemy Platform, Anvis held the family talisman, his spiritual power probing into it.

As he moved, the core of the array in the laboratory was immediately activated, covering the rune platform with multiple bindings and defensive arrays.

Originally, he had planned to craft a low-rank Magic Artifact as a parting gift for Fiona.

However, after receiving an unexpected gift from the young lady, Anvis changed his mind, prepared to make a low-rank Mysterious Object with growth potential.

“Mandula Black Goat Skin Paper, Black Abyss Iron sourced from deep within the land haunted by spiteful spirits, the soft skin from the abdomen of a Holy Unicorn, the eye extract from a Nightmare Giant…”

Comparing the listed materials, Anvis took out bizarre components one by one, starting to craft the Mysterious Object he had long envisioned.

“Under the gaze of the terrifying bird, use the eye extract mixed with the essence of vengeful spirits as the ink.

Using feathers plucked on the night of the thirteenth of Stove Fire Month from a Night Crow as the base material, a Magic Feather Pen is created with the young lady’s resentment to write the book’s texts and illustrations…”

In a corner of the Alchemy Room, the black cloth covering a large cage was unveiled, revealing a bizarre scaly creature.

It was a detestable black giant bird with a seahorse-shaped head and lamprey-like maw.

Exposed to the long-lost light, it flapped its large, smooth wings, its six evil blood-red eyes staring fixedly at Anvis, emitting a series of anxious breaths.

If it weren’t for the protective array, Anvis would have been subjected to severe spiritual erosion instantly or might even have been devoured by the nightmare on the spot.

But all of this was merely hypothetical; under the effect of the protective array, the evil gaze of the horrific bird caused no harm to Anvis.

Anvis’s hands did not stop moving; the resentment-filled tip of the Magic Feather Pen, dipped in ominous, thickly ominous essence, danced on the slightly black parchment.

The entire process was elegantly executed with assistance from spiritual power leaving behind lines of pitch-black text.

The content of the text was “Fiona’s Dreamland,” a story he had previously told to the young lady.

Anvis intended to use this story as the core carrier to construct an illusory Dream Space.

Several Magic Hours later, the main text was completed.

Anvis took out some light golden hair he had collected from Fiona days earlier and used it as the thread to bind it together.

“Then, using Unicorn skin combined with Shadow Wood to fabricate the book’s cover.

Encasing the edges with Black Abyss Iron, looping around the spine…”

Quickly, under the gaze of both man and bird, a thick Magic Book gradually took shape.

The holy white light emitted from the cover wrapped an incredibly sinister and ominous aura.

Standard darkness juxtaposed with white, very fitting.

Looking at the Magic Book in his hands, which seemed dreamily holy but was actually twisted and ominous, Anvis silently remarked.

“Finally, an umbrella that had experienced rainwater during a funeral was opened indoors.

In the shadow cast by the umbrella, an unusual Element was integrated into the finished Mysterious Object…”