Chapter 55

To this day, Dmitry is still black-haired.

This means that the divine blood on his body has not been activated, and he is still a mortal.

This seems a little weird.

Among the three brothers and sisters, as the priest of the old grandmother, Dmitri is the closest person to the old grandmother.

But now... but he is the only one who has not awakened.

"You succeeded, Annan."

Looking at Annan's silver hair and the dragon scales emerging from his collarbone and neck, Dmitri's frowning brows gradually relaxed a lot.

His expression was a little complicated, and he said softly, "You... do you remember me?"

"I know you."

Annan replied calmly: "My brother, Dmitry Winter."

know, not remember—

Tasting this subtle difference, Dmitri's eyes dimmed for a moment.

...If Maria heard the news, she might secretly cry.

Dmitri grinned, as if he was about to give a wry smile, but didn't.

"If I guessed correctly," Annan smiled mildly, "you got the result of the interrogation, right?"

"That's right."

There was no emotion in Dmitri's tone: "Only the Winter Clan can tame the frost beasts, and my father's condition has deteriorated and he can no longer get out of bed. Maria is still in the Tower of Storms...

"I've thought about it, and it's only you."

He wasn't sure that "Ghirlandaio" was Annan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't rudely shout "Hello" and enter the door. Instead, he will give Annan a warm hug, and then say something serious and peaceful to him, "I have recognized you, change back to the way you were."

——But considering that, it would be quite embarrassing if you really hold the wrong one.

And it will damage the image of the Winter Clan.

So Dmitry was still on the safe side and shouted to test it.

But Dmitry felt a little ashamed that he didn't recognize Annan at first sight.

His own younger brother, who has been with him for so long, has not been able to recognize him.

...If my father could still move, he might be beaten again.

It's just that my father didn't have the strength to beat himself up.

"Why are you hiding your identity from me?"

Dmitri frowned and asked angrily: "You hint to me, I can't teach you to smoke, take you to drink bad wine... I can't smoke in front of you, second-hand smoke is right The health is not good, and the same is true of those who drink too much of the bad wine."

"It's not my fault."

Annan shrugged: "You brought Leona with you."

Hearing this, Dmitri's expression became serious: "Is there something wrong with Leona?"

"No. Or rather, I don't know."

Annan replied simply: "But the fact that I am returning to the winter should be a secret in itself. My next plan is to go to the underground kingdom to deal with some things, but the identity of 'Annan Winter' is not suitable for that situation. Come on down...you can understand what I mean, brother?"

"...is it something very dangerous?"

Dmitri made his magnetic low voice: "If it were, I wouldn't let you go.

"You are the future Grand Duke. The Winter Principality still needs you... You should also try to use your power. It will belong to you sooner or later."

"Dangerous is not dangerous."

Annan waved his hand: "But my status is too high. If someone finds out to be involved, this will turn sour."

What he wants to do is to run a folk superhuman organization responsible for purifying nightmares in the underground world without the favor of gods.

There is no doubt that it will gain favor from the wise and the diggers at the same time.

With the characters of the players, they roam freely in the underground world where the legal awareness is weak, the border between the orderly world and the lawless world is blurred, and at the same time, they have a heart that tends to be kind and orderly. It is very easy to gain a high reputation among the people.

There is a great probability that it can become the third largest organization in the underground world, and it may even become official - one of the controllers of the underground city.

But this was under Annan's success in hiding.

If anyone finds out, the highest head of this organization is Annan, the Grand Duke of Winter...

This can get sour.

"...related to the politics of other countries?"

Dmitry was keenly aware of another meaning that Annan had not yet spoken.

Annan nodded and said helplessly.

"But my transformation spell will take a cooldown of two or three days to continue using it. So I can't change it back for the time being."

On his side, he actually already has an idea for the sporozoite mill.

Just for the cooling off of "The Last Work", Annan had to wait a few more days before he could go down.

This is a little sorry for the four dark carvings.

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However, Annan could also sense at the time that Dmitry was not particularly convinced that he was Annan.

In order to convince Dmitry of his true identity and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings and troubles, Annan decisively canceled his transformation.

Misunderstandings between people are normal. Many contradictions and misunderstandings are born from the initial misunderstanding.

——But if he is really smart, this misunderstanding should not exist from the beginning.

Although somewhat different from the Annan that Dmitry remembered—be it temperament, hair color, or height, it was justified because of that.

"……Feel sorry."

Although he didn't know why he wanted to apologize, Dmitri apologized very smoothly.

He has long been used to taking the blame for his younger siblings.

He hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Since that's the case, do you want to go home first?

"Meet your father a little? He misses you too...don't take the throne right away. But you have to go back and get something, if nothing else - your plan has to cost money, right?

"Go home and get some money, Annan."

Hearing this, Annan was silent for a moment.

... in a trance.

He really felt a familiar feeling of "home".

There is no doubt that the memory of the past has long since turned into an ointment of silence.

But that "feeling" still remained in Annan's heart.

Although he couldn't remember what happened to him and Dmitri, Annan still felt a familiar sense of intimacy in his heart when he looked at him.

"Speaking of which... my brother."

For some reason, Annan always felt that "older brother" was more difficult to say than "sister".

He ignored the weird feeling of awkwardness and continued to ask, "You know I can clear my memory?"

"Everyone in the family knows it."

"Why did I have to wash away my memories back then?"

Annan asked Dmitry.

He had been wondering about this question for a long time.

But so far, no one can fully answer this question.

Either there is some fallacy, or the content is incomplete.

Presumably Dmitry can give him a more complete answer.

Dmitry rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Where to start...

"Let's put it this way, Annan. How many pages have you collected from the Book of the Sky Train?"

"Two-thirds of it has been collected."

Annan replied.

"Then I should be able to tell you."

Dmitry breathed a sigh of relief and replied softly: "You have been a 'Sky Tram' since you were very young. It is about in the world on the other side of the dream world, using nightmares as the medium to cross the two worlds. The membrane came to Annan's body when he was still a baby.

"[Sky Train] is something that transcends the world, and its core essence is 'sublimation'. Only a mind with negative emotions cannot control this power... But it is the most dangerous talent that can touch the truth but cannot grasp it.

"—Because if you can't become a real sky train, you will become the Mirror of the Seventh Luminary."