Perhaps the girl spoke too much, as it had been a long time since she'd had a proper conversation, and Rogen was unsure how to respond.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Louis and Qian watched as the two went from acquaintances to friends.

Then, suddenly one day.

The sky was dim, but Tino City was brightly lit.

The girl pulled Rogen aside and said:

"Mr. Rogen, today is the Sleep Festival, it's a celebration for those at peace!"

Rogen glanced at the girl, seeming unfamiliar with the concept of a festival.

The girl, mischievously, performed a curtsy and said to Rogen:

"At the end of the Sleep Festival, the priests will light bonfires, and many people in the city will dance together."

"Mr. Rogen, come with me to see it."

Rogen was silent for a moment, but finally agreed.

With new fragments of memory flickering, the scene transitioned to the bonfire party.

As the bonfires were lit, melodies praying that spirits wouldn't disturb the living rang out, and at the Sleep Festival, the girl stretched her hand toward Rogen:

"Mr. Rogen, right now only you can invite me, shall we dance?"

In the firelight, the girl's eyes were pure and beautiful.

Rogen hesitated for a long time.

He realized that many people wanted to invite the girl to dance.

But standing beside him, his unearthly face scared away most.

Instinctively, Rogen reached out his hand.

The flickering bonfire cast their figures, leaving intertwined shadows.

After the dance, Rogen looked a bit forlorn:

"If I weren't here, you'd be very popular."

The girl blinked and said: "But I did it on purpose."

Rogen froze.

The girl said no more.

She'd reached the last of her reserve.

Rogen quietly looked at her: "Are you serious?"

The girl nodded slightly.

Rogen was silent for a long while.

"Next time, next Sleep Festival, let me invite you."

"His Majesty told me, this sort of thing should be done by a man."

Thus spoke the War Ghost.

The girl let out a joyful laugh and ran into the night.

That night, Tino City, which had gradually warmed, saw a fall of snow.

The two following behind Rogen watched the scene, feeling a bit sour.

Six months later.

Rogen underwent a special life essence transformation, seemingly sourced from a technique of a dragon skilled in life research.

Another spring arrived.

During the Sleep Festival bonfire, the War Ghost extended an invitation to the girl.

As the festival neared its end, the girl turned to Rogen:

"Next year, can we still come?"

Rogen said: "Every year, we can."

Memory fragments shattered.

Louis quietly watched the scene.

Suddenly, he remembered that as he observed Rogen's memories, it seemed from this timeframe, the War Ghost began to grasp the concept of time.

"A yearly promise of a dance... is it?"

He sighed softly.

But now, neither remains.

Not long after, they were married.

They had a child.

The two began attempting to cook together.

The girl liked sweet things.

The War Ghost, accustomed to battling on the frontlines, never imagined he would one day worry over making a dessert.

He truly wasn't skilled at it, but made efforts to learn.

He heard that Rudolph from the neighboring brotherhood was quite good at this, and went over for advice.

Memory fragments grew more numerous.

They swept in like film reels.

Louis watched as everything around was gradually engulfed by these fragments, and turned to Qian, saying:

"Have you found the person you're looking for?"

Qian said nothing and simply quietly watched their backs.

Every year's Sleep Festival became a memorial day for this newlywed couple.

Year after year.

They left precious memories on that day.

Until... the Living Dead calamity erupted.

That was the first time Rogen missed the Sleep Festival appointment.

Rogen gently embraced his beloved and said gravely:

"This year I have to break our promise, I must go to the battlefield with my brothers, the Living Dead calamity must not spread to Ense, whether for you or for the empire."

His wife gently stroked his cheek:

"Go, but next year's festival, you must spend more time with me."

Rogen nodded: "Spend the entire day with you."

And then...

Qian stopped in her tracks.

She couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Louis said nothing, pulling her along.

Qian suddenly resisted:

"Let go of me."

Louis calmly said:

"Haven't you been searching for that person? She should have waited for your father a long time."

Qian showed a defeated expression.

Louis said nothing.

All sorts of experiences collided within his mind.

With the capacity to accommodate most of the city's citizens during the Sleep Festival, where was the festival most likely held?

In all of Tino City, there were only two locations.

One was the commercial street.

The other was Central Avenue.

Due to the commercial street's inherent congestion, Tino City usually designated festival areas that connected Central Avenue to Tino Square.

— It was also the place where the two shared their affection.

After Rogen's wife passed away, her grave was buried in the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm.

After acquiring the "New Book of the Dead," Rogen consistently tried to bring his wife back to life.

Unfortunately, he ultimately failed.

The priests of the Church of Death and Sleep told Louis that dreams involving relatives, this phenomenon was most frequent around the Sleep Festival.

Hence...

"Did you see your mother?"

Qian said nothing.

But at this time, silence serves as an answer.

Suddenly, Rogen stopped ahead.

Louis saw a Spiritual Body surrounded by countless streams of light, colliding with Rogen's figure.

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