Chapter 2439: What Is Real And What Is Not?

Chapter 2439: What Is Real And What Is Not?



Frank glanced at Matsuo and smiled slightly, feeling finally relieved his friend was safe and sound, and only just sleeping.

Lady Miwa, Matsuo's mother, a beautiful woman with long brown hair and bright yellow eyes smiled back at Frank, thanking him.

"Thank you so much for helping my son, Frank, you've been a real help so far," she sighed in relief. "You're a true friend, and also a true member of this family as well..."

"Indeed," nodded a tall, burly man with black hair and emerald eyes, Kensetsu, Matsuo's father. "To think you ended fighting a Demon from all things, and one that was also an Incarnation of an Ancient Evil? Koga Saburo..."

Kensetsu was a strong magician that used the power of Paper Seals to fight; by imbuing magical seals into paper and creating powerful scrolls, he could create special Magical Formations, summon Familiars, create Barriers, or unleash devastating Magic Spells. However, his magic was also highly dependent in how much preparation time he could have, therefore, he wasn't good at adapting to battles as he could only fight with what he had already previously done.

"Not even I am sure I could have won, my Exorcizing Seals... I wonder if they would have even been enough to fight that monster," he said. "You and Harumi are incredibly strong, without you two, my son wouldn't had survived."

"No, please, it's the contrary," said Harumi. "Thanks to Matsuo... we managed to survive, he healed us all the time, and keep up with Koga on his own. He's incredible."

"Yeah..." Frank nodded. "I think he should take all the credit to be honest..."

"Hahaha! You two are too humble..." Matsuo's father laughed. "Alright, alright... While we wait for that sleepy son of mine to rest, shall we go have a meal then? You're invited! Right honey?"

"Sure!" nodded Miwa. "If you don't mind, we would love you have you for dinner."

"Nice! I'm going then!" nodded Erika, the third wheel that didn't even belong here.

"Who's this brat?" Kensetsu wondered.

"T-That's the werewolf girl, the daughter of Beowulf, Erika," said Miwa. "I didn't know she was allowed here; I suppose she's an ally as well?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I'm Harumi's friend," Erika winked at Matsuo's parents. "And I don't really like violence if I can help it either~!"

Harumi was cringing as she saw her friend acting all dumb in front of complete strangers to her, facepalming.

"I-I'm sorry for her behavior, she is like a dog you see," Harumi sighed. "And you know hwo dogs are, right?" she smiled a bit.

"Oh, hahahaha! I guess so!" laughed Kensetsu.

"D-Dear, I don't think you should have laughed at that joke...!" Miwa was a bit alarmed but couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"Geez! Harumi! Calling me a dog again... You're quite the bully!" Erika laughed along.

"Hah..." Frank smiled slightly. "I-I guess I could afford a bit of time for dinner, but I would rather get back home before night."

"It's alright, we'll make something quick then," nodded Matsuo's father. "Come along son." The man patted Frank's shoulders.

Matsuo and his family were very welcoming people, inviting Frank to eat with them. He, Harumi, and Erika entered their house where they ended meeting with Frank's sisters. "Ah, it's Frank!"

"Frank!"

"Where's Matsuo?"

But at the same time, there was a part of him, deep down, that was slowly feeling more and

more detached.

"This can't be really a dream though..."

He was sure this wasn't a dream, he was living a real world, even if it might not be truly

authentically real.

But what was real?

What was false?

If someone's perception of reality is the same thing until they die, even i someone else identifies it differently, then why does that matter?

The reality that person saw until they died was their reality anyways, and nobody else would

be able to stop them from believing so.

Truth.

Falsehood.

When these two elements melted together and merged into something else, which mixed

reality with imagination.

Dreams with the physical realm, illusions with the truth...

Could someone truly be able to identify everything was real or unreal?

"My dreams... they weren't prophetic," he thought, looking sorrowful. "They are just my

memories..."

Yet despite realizing these things, the world around didn't crumble.

Unlike when someone realized a dream was a dream and would wake up.

Frank didn't wake up.

He wasn't sleeping, he was wide awake.

"I need to find her..."

He looked at the sky.

"Kireina..."