Chapter 390 - Familiar Accent
Chapter 390: Familiar Accent
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Greya?!” An image of a bulky woman flashed through Angor’s mind. He shivered and quickly tried to get rid of the fat figure from his head.
Greya’s the “big sis”?! That’s a terrible joke!
Angor couldn’t believe that this girl actually met with ‘Warrior Barbie’ Greya, the famous Gourmet Wizard. But… what if? The Fairy World was the home base of Fairytown, and Candy House was administered by Fairytown. It made a lot of sense if Greya would show up here.
According to Sunders, Felicia found a prophet in Brilliance Plane so that she could go find Greya. Did she succeed already?
With that question in mind, Angor created another illusion. This time, it was about Greya.
Dramatic pose, purple, curly hair, flame-red lips, a nose too tiny for her face, overdone eyeshadows… Greya actually looked not bad… if not for her overgrown body and fat jaw which hung loosely in front of her neck.
Even if it was an illusion, Angor still felt hard to breathe in front of the overwhelming image.
“Their accent…”
Flowey’s childish voice prevented Angor from noticing certain details in her tones. Now that he had time to think carefully, the townish voice and certain upturned pronunciations sounded exactly the same with Dodoro’s voice.
He immediately entered the graveyard again. Instead of going back to the well, he first moved to Flowey’s coffin.
Last time, he was attracted by the heart-shaped pendant, so he didn’t pay much attention to the skeleton. And if his assumption was right, Flowey might have “tail bones” too, just like Dodoro.
However, he didn’t find anything like that after careful examination.
“Maybe they are from different places after all?” Angor considered. Also, he already found Dodoro’s accent to be familiar before, as if he heard it from somewhere.
He decided to ask about it before leaving the graveyard for real.
He placed Flowey’s coffin inside his bracelet and headed into the well again. Then he left the coffin somewhere near the entrance and walked deeper inside with the necklace in his hand.
Flowey might not want to see her own corpse.
Upon arriving, Angor saw Flowey gazing through the window while holding her stuffed bunny.
“Mister Padt!” The girl saw Angor and stood up happily. “You’re back!”
“Is this yours?” Angor showed her the pendant.
Flowey immediately cried out again. “Yes. My brother gave it to me…”
“I saw it just now, so I think I should give it back to you.”
Flowey tried to accept the necklace and failed—the item went through her hand and dropped on the ground.
Angor shook his head. Flowey was a soul now, and she was not powerful enough to interact with the physical world.
Flowey scratched her head. “I forgot, after playing with all the toys… I can’t pick up stuff now. I’m already dead, right?”
She could pick up items from the illusion because Angor’s nightmare illusion convinced her so. But in reality, she couldn’t touch anything.
Angor picked up the necklace. “I’ll leave it on your bed then, so you can watch it all the time.”
“Mister Padt, there’s a secret on the necklace. Can you help me take something out?”
Angor nodded and skillfully exposed the secret chamber.
When Flowey looked at the piece of silk, she smiled. “I only want to have this drawing, Mister Padt. You can have the necklace. Thank you very much for the amazing gift. I love it!”
The girl looked around the illusionary room and smiled in happiness.
The necklace was only an ordinary trinket without much value. Since Flowey insisted, Angor decided to accept it.
“Thanks,” he said as he put it away into a corner of his space storage. “Now, Flowey, do you remember where you used to live when you’re younger?”