In This Life, I Will Be The Lord-Chapter 299

Chapter 3.

The Story of Shan and Gallahan

Shan slowly opened her eyes.

Tears flowed down the wet corners of her eyes.

"Oh..."

A dazed exclamation flowed in the room where the warm sunlight permeated.

Looking up at the familiar ceiling, Shan wrinkled her face.

"Oh, that dream again."

She muttered and wiped away the tears with her hands, full of irritation.

"If you're going to remember, you should at least remember it properly."

She got up from the bed grumbling, familiarly rummaged through the drawer and took out a notebook.

At the top, write today's date, and at the bottom, write down the contents of the dream she remember.

It was a routine that was repeated every morning after the ability to have a precognitive dream appeared.

Usually, she would have written down the contents of her dream for a long time, but today Shan only scribbled a few short words under the date.

Florentia, Lombardi, and the green-eyed man.

After writing down there, the quill, which had been moving roughly, stopped.

And she carefully added one word.

Florentia, Lombardi, and the green-eyed man, - handsome.

Looking down on it with satisfied eyes for a while.

Shan put down the quill, and muttered, annoyedly digging through her hair blade.

"Ah... I think there was something else!"

Her ability was outstanding.

She always saw an accurate and detailed future through her dreams, and it has never been wrong.

But really, occasionally, except for a few words, there were times when she dreamed that her mind was erased neatly.

"Strangely, I dream more often after my coming-of-age ceremony last year."

Shan squinted her eyes at the long letters she scribbled.

"What the hell is this, it keeps coming up in my dreams."

Florentia, Lombardi.

It seems to be a name.

"No matter how much I searched the village, I couldn't find such a name."

That was the problem.

The dreams Shan dreamed of have always been related to the villagers.

However, this ambiguous dream, which leaves a feeling of discomfort every time, did not seem to have anything to do with the village no matter how much she thought about it.

And there was one more reason she was so sure.

"There is no other man that handsome in this village."

Unlike the other contents of the dream disappearing with only a faint afterimage, the face of the green-eyed man who looked somewhat sad remained clear.

"Oh, I don't know. When the time comes, I will think about it properly."

As Shan grew up, she naturally began to see things in the future. If there was one thing she believed in, it was that 'what will happen must happen'.

And fate always led her to her dreams when the time came.

"Here we go."

Shan, who stretched out to the fullest, simply washed herself with the water she had drawn the night before and changed her clothes.

Then he opened the door and peeked out to check the outside.

A mischievous smile crossed Shan's face as she checked the quiet living room.

"She left."

Soura, Shan's mother, was the chief of the Chara tribe.

In other words, she was very busy.

Soura was a strict chief, but she was also a stricter mother.

However, no matter how much she sat in one place and saw through everything, she could not monitor her daughter all day long.

Shan left the house with joy.

Located in the middle of the southern jungle and living in isolation from the outside world, the Chara tribe emphasized living in harmony with nature.

Therefore, there was no way to cut down a single tree recklessly, and there was no hunting unless it was absolutely necessary.

And Shan loved the peace of the Chara tribe.

"Hello, Shan!"

"Good morning!"

The people of the tribe who had been gathering tree fruit scattered throughout the forest since morning saw her and greeted her.

"Are you going there again today?"

"Yes! Please keep it a secret from my mother, Auntie!"

A laughter that seemed irresistible followed behind the back of Shan, who was walking in a good mood.

The place she headed to was a small house outside the village.

Originally, it was the place where Newbo, the oldest woman in the village, lived, and it was an empty house for several years after her grandmother passed away.

Until one day, an outsider appeared with difficulty and got Soura's permission to go in and live.

As she approached the old house, she familiarly knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

"Teacher Avane, can I come in?"

"Are you Shan? Come on in!"

The owner of the voice that welcomed her quickly was Avane Rophili, who suddenly visited the entrance of the village about two years ago.

Introducing herself as a scholar, she asked for permission to study Chara tribes and publish them in books.

The villagers all assumed that Soura would reject the request with a single blow and drive her outsiders out of the jungle.

However, after thinking about it for several days, Soura accepted an outsider into the village.

But no one protested or questioned the chief's decision.

They just thought Soura must have seen what others couldn't see.

"Thank you for keeping your promise today, Shan."

Avane Rophili said as she placed the teacup in front of Shan.

Red tea, which has a completely different color from what the Chara tribe drinks, was only a few precious tea that Avane Rophili brought from outside.

"I enjoy talking with teacher Avane. There is nothing difficult about finding a friend."

"...Shan."

Although they accepted her according to the chief's decision, the people of the Chara tribe were afraid of Avane from outside the village.

Shan was the first to approach her.

And since then, Shan has been the biggest contributor to help Avane's research.

"How far did you say yesterday?"

Shan asked after taking a sip of tea.

"We talked briefly about the 'precognitive dream' that Shan sees."

"Oh, right. Yes it was. Which one do you want to know more, teacher Avane?"

"If you don't mind..."

Avane Rophili, who looked into Shan's clear eyes, spoke carefully.

"Can you tell me about the content of your dream? The most memorable precognitive dream, or even a recent dream."

"Well, it's not difficult..."

Shan frowned infrequently.

"Actually, these days, I have some disturbing precognitive dreams. No, it's too vague to even call it a dream."

"What does that mean?"

"It seems like I'm seeing the same future over and over again, but when I wake up, I can't remember the details. It's like someone intentionally deleted it. I can only remember a few important words."

"I heard that Shan's abilities are particularly strong among the people of the tribe. It's not common to have such a faint precognitive dream, is it?"

"Yes. Usually, the future is fixed. Very precisely."

"Hmm."

While listening to the story of Shan, Avane Rophili wrote something down in her notebook.

"In the past, I heard that Shan prevented a big flood in the village. Is that right?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I said a little while ago, a fixed future. But that dream..."

"Isn't it a common dream, not a precognitive dream? When I wake up, I often have trouble remembering my dreams."

"Well, no."

Shan said firmly.

"Common dream and precognitive dream are different. What should I say about the precognitive dream? It's like I'm looking into a pond."

"In a pond..."

After that, the two talked again and again until the teacup was empty.

And at the end of that, Avane Rophili closed the note.

"Is it my turn now?"

Exchanging questions with each other was the promise between Shan and Avane.

Unlike Avane Rophili, who pours out detailed questions for research, Shan only asked a couple of questions that she was curious about.

Shan sighed and thought for a while before opening her mouth.

"You said there was a status system outside. Especially, the power of the nobles is strong. Oh, they also said that there was a stronger royal family than them."

"Yes."

"Then does the imperial family have everything?"

"That's not true."

At Avane's answer, Shan tilted her head.

"But you said that nobles must obey the orders of the imperial family."

"Yes. In fact, most nobles must absolutely obey the orders of the imperial family. But there is only one family, an exception."

Avane Rophili said, raising one of her fingers.

"It's the Lombardi family."

"Uh... Lombardi?"

She was familiar with it.

At the same time, Shan's heart began to beat.

Finally, she found a clue to that dream.

"It's a powerful family that made the Lambrew Empire exist. The emperor can't even treat them recklessly."

"Why?"

"Well, there was a pledge between Lombardi and the imperial family. It was Lombardi who made the Durelli family as emperor when the Empire was founded."

"I see..."

"And in the first place, it would be said that the Empire would not run without Lombardi. It's hard to explain each one, but it's like that."

"Then, is there a person in the Lombardi family called 'Florentia'?"

"Florentia? I don't know. I don't know the names of all the members of Lombardi either... Why do you ask that?"

"In the dream I mentioned a while ago, a person named Florentia Lombardi keeps appearing."

"...Did you have a precognitive dream about Lombardi?"

Shan smiled and nodded at the bewildered question of Avane Rophili.

But that too for a while.

With the sun outside the window, Shan hurriedly drank the tea and got up from her seat.

"I will tell you the detailed story next time I bring my diary. I think I have to go now."

"Oh, it's already time. See you later, Shan."

Her way back home was hectic.

She was surprised by the word Lombardi and delayed more than usual.

"Huk, aigo, sigh."

Shan, who ran out of breath to the tip of his chin, killed the sound of her footsteps when she got near the house.

And she turned the doorknob very carefully.

Fortunately, the house seemed as empty as it was when she left.

"Sigh, that's a relief."

As soon as she go back to her room...

"You've been to the scholar's residence again."

Shan's shoulders flinched loudly.

As she turned around slowly, Soura, who was very angry, was staring at Shan.