Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 730 - 91 Vivian’s Nightmare_1

Chapter 730: Chapter 91 Vivian’s Nightmare_1

The delightful dream had just ended when the horrifying nightmare came rolling in. In Vivian’s memory that spanned over two decades, the truly terror-stricken events that resembled nightmares were actually only one, a single one. Vivian forgot who had told her that if something could take a turn for the worse, it would inevitably happen. Therefore, the more she feared this memory, the more likely it was to appear in her dreams - it was inescapable. Thus, after pleasant dreams came the nightmares. In actuality, within her recollection, the interval between these two memories was just a short span of three days, less than sixty hours.

"Vivian, Vivian dear, we’re back." The young mage in the dream was still only six years old, sitting in the living room of her home. The table in the living room was strewn with countless papers. Vivian was kneeling on the chair to maintain her height, with her whole body sprawled across the table. A pen was in her hand, but she wasn’t writing. She was frowning and biting the pen barrel, lost in thought. A third of the spread out papers were filled with complex and profound diagrams, which seemed like a part of a Magic Array. The little girl clenched the pen tighter in her mouth, making a crunching sound. Suddenly her eyes brightened, and she drew several strokes on the paper. However, an accident occurred. Perhaps it was because the Magic Array was not perfectly conceived, the paper, imbued with faint mana, suddenly burst into flames, swiftly igniting the papers around it. The six-year-old girl, as if she had experienced this countless times, didn’t even blink an extra time. She casually waved her hand, and a ball of water spread over the flames, extinguishing the spreading fire. Casually dealing with the fire, Vivian slumped in her chair, her face filled with frustration. Angrily biting at her plump fingertips, she swung her bare feet on the chair, ignoring the materials on the table and started pondering again with her head down. As she was thinking, the sound of a door opening came from outside the house, followed by her mother’s voice, "Are you still reading? Take a break. We’ve bought dinner on the way back, come and eat."

"I know." Vivian replied, having just suffered an experimental failure, she temporarily set the experiment aside. She jumped off the chair, ran out of the living room with her bare feet, and as she exited, she saw her parents, who had already been deceased for many years and only occasionally appeared in her dreams. They appeared as they did when she was six, their faces were blurry in her memory, but in her dream, they looked as they did the last time she saw them a few years later. At that time, to cure her illness, her parents not only spent all their savings, but due to the overwork, their temples had turned white. They looked much older than their actual thirty-some years. Vivian ran to her mother, and only then did she stop acting like a prodigy and instead acted like a real child. She buried her head into her mother’s belly and rubbed against it.

Her mother smiled softly and gently picked up the little Vivian. She rubbed her slightly cold cheek against the little girl’s flushed face and gently nibbled at it, causing Vivian to rub her own cheeks while grumbling. The silent and serious father did not say anything but watched the warm interaction between his wife and daughter with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

After the mother and daughter hugged each other for a while to express their longing for each other, the parents put the food they had bought on the table. The food was not anything extravagant, and it tasted quite ordinary. However, being able to have dinner with her parents after several days apart made the talented young mage feel extremely satisfied. The little girl loved it this way--spending a day researching her beloved magic, and then spending a wonderful and warm evening with her parents. As long as she had her parents and knowledge by her side, no matter what kind of life she led, the girl would feel that was the happiest time.

"How have these few days been? Did you go out for a walk?" Vivian’s family was just an ordinary civilian family, without the strict rules that nobility had, so they could converse freely during meals. After dinner started, the family chatted and laughed for a while before the concerned mother asked, "Your sister, Catherine, should have come to look for you, right? Did you listen to her and go out to play with her?"

"She’s so annoying." The little girl complained impatiently. However, she didn’t notice that as she was complaining, the corners of her mouth were subtly turning upwards, "She’s so nagging. In the end, I had no choice and only spent an afternoon wasting time outside with her. Next time, don’t do this. Don’t let her force me to go out to play. I’m so annoyed by her."

"You don’t look like you’re annoyed by her." The mother immediately exposed the inconsistency between Vivian’s words and her expression. She snickered and said, "It seems like she’s taken good care of you. I think we can still count on her next time. It’s decided."

"Mother." Vivian opened her eyes wide in annoyance, calling out discontentedly, "Don’t do something so redundant."

"Alright, now, you two stop messing around." The authoritative father, suppressing his laughter, gave a rattle of his throat and lightly knocked on the table, "Let’s talk about something serious. Vivian, how has your research been progressing these few days?"

"Not very ideal in terms of theoretical knowledge. I haven’t been able to comprehend the modelling problem of the Milane Equation these past few days. However, the progress in Magic Potion Studies is outstanding. Master Kermil is truly the most renowned expert in Magic Potion Studies of the past 500 years. He offers an exceptionally thorough analysis of magic potions and, most importantly, his classification of medicinal properties is meaningful. Although it has minor flaws, it’s unprecedented in terms of the summarization of medicinal properties and inspires me a lot." As she delved into these interesting topics, the young mage couldn’t stop and her eager cheeks reddened a little. Her words rushed out like drizzle and after a stirring introduction of her research progress in the past few days that lasted for nearly ten minutes, the little girl finally paused to catch her breath, and continued, "As for my personal strength, the progress is quite good. Master Merlin and Master Antuin both said that if nothing goes wrong, I will be able to promote to the Bronze Rank within half a month."

"So fast." Upon hearing Vivian’s words, this was the only reaction of her parents. They didn’t understand the first half of Vivian’s introduction. It felt like listening to a sermon in the church and they always felt drowsy. However, they did understand the second half of it. Even though they were somewhat prepared psychologically, they were still surprised by the girl’s speed of improving her strength, "You became a professional only last year, and now you are about to be promoted to Bronze Rank? How come you improved so fast?"

"It’s almost a year already. It took a year’s time to promote to Bronze Rank. My progress is just average. As a magical genius, this speed is quite a disgrace." Vivian wasn’t satisfied with her speed. She spoke unhappily, "According to the records, the fastest genius ever promoted to Bronze from Iron Rank in only four months. I’m far behind."

"That person wasn’t as young as you are though." Although Vivian felt embarrassed, her parents were ecstatic. As loving parents, there was nothing more delightful than knowing that their child could have a bright and promising future. Her father and mother exchanged a look, with her Father nodding slightly seemingly making a decision. The mother softly hummed in approval, laid down her utensils, and flashed a smile at Vivian: "Sweetheart, since you’re about to achieve such an outstanding accomplishment, we have decided to reward you."

"I’m not interested in rewards." Vivian was different from other children. She was not happy with this but rather shook her head, saying: "Instead, save the money for the reward. You’ve already spent a lot on my magic experiments. I’d rather keep the money and lessen the burden on you."

Vivian’s words made her mother’s eyes teary. She wiped her tears, insisting: "I think you should hear the content of the reward before making a decision. It won’t be too expensive."

"Alright." Vivian sighed, put down her knife and fork, and looked up: "What’s the reward?"

"We have a three-day holiday coming up." Her mother said with a smile: "Haven’t you always wanted us to go out and play together? The day after tomorrow happens to be the Harvest Festival. You’re six years old, and you’ve never attended one before, right? So, we’ve decided to take you with us tomorrow. We’ll go to a nearby village to enjoy the Harvest Festival, including the fireworks display at night. It will be our family’s first time participating in a festival together since you’ve grown more sensible."

"Really?" Vivian’s joy turned into ecstasy. She widened her eyes and said: "You’re not fooling me? The three of us are going to play together?"

"Of course." Her mother tousled Vivian’s hair and spoke indulgently: "We’ve known all along that you wanted the whole family to go out and play together. Unfortunately, we’ve been too busy and never had the time. But now, finally, we do. What do you say, are you willing to come along? We will need two days, and during that time, you’ll have to stop pondering on your magical queries."

"Of course, I’m willing!" Vivian shouted: "I love you, mom and dad! Ha-ha, I’ve been waiting for this day."

"Then, finish your dinner quickly." Her father also smiled: "After dinner, go back to your room and pack your stuff. We’ll set off together tomorrow afternoon."

"Stop, stop." Vivian struggled within her consciousness, trying to prevent herself from dreaming of what was about to happen. All her efforts were in vain. The dream didn’t stop; everything continued.

In her dream, young Vivian, filled with anticipation, wolfed down the remainder of her dinner. She thrust her utensils onto the table, ran towards her room without turning back, and shouted: "I’m going to pack my bags. See you later."

As she ran and turned around, she saw the reassuring and doting smile on her parents’ faces. That was the last time the girl saw their smiles. While she was running to her room, she suddenly felt a jolt from her soul. Just like in the dream, she experienced pain, despair, sadness; all kinds of negative emotions surfaced from the depth of her soul, enveloping her consciousness. Her vision blacked out, and young Vivian collapsed onto the floor. The last thing she heard was the panicked cries of her parents.

From then on, the prodigious Vivian never stood up on her own strength again. (To be continued. If you enjoy this novel, feel free to vote for it on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can visit m.qidian.com).