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“Wow, this woman has some seriously high-reaching dreams…”

Understanding what he saw, Leonard Churchill chuckled.

He turned his head and sure enough.

Above the five councilors’ seats, a special seat had materialized.

A blonde woman with piercing green eyes, exuding an aura of authority, sternly sat on the throne.

A dream is a true reflection of one’s own heart.

Leonard looked on with a broad grin.

Originally, he thought that she just wanted to be the decision-maker of the Lionheart Family, but her ambition was far greater – she wanted to control the entire Federation?

However, this made things even more interesting.

But in this quick glance, Catherine Carter, the owner of the dream, also instantly spotted him, a stranger in her dream.

Due to it being a dream, she had no conscious control over her thoughts.

Leonard had planned to just take a peek and then leave.

But the surrounding scene was rapidly changing.

He looked around and found himself in a familiar place.

“The Flood Gang’s gambling den?”

Leonard recognized it instantly from the green cloth on the gambling table. This was the scene where Miss Carter had once stirred up trouble at the Flood

Gang’s place and gambled with Sophia Jones.

Seeing this, he suddenly realized, so this gambling game had become a fixation for her?

Ha ha ha…

For some reason, Leonard couldn’t help but wear a strange smile.

Being able to imagine such a dream, it was obvious that Catherine Carter had recognized him as the same person from the gambling game.

She just hadn’t mentioned it before.

“This…”

Leonard suddenly found himself slightly embarrassed.

The poker round that was being replayed was the one where disrobing was the wager.

Sophia Jones: Spade K, Diamond K, 26 points in total.

Catherine Carter: Heart K, Heart 10, 23 points in total.

Catherine lost.

The wager was her clothes.

Everything was incredibly realistic in this dream.

But both Sophia Jones and Seven Brown were nothing more than distorted shapes of light, their faces unclear.

And Leonard was in his original position.

Just observing as always.

Seeing that she had lost, Catherine Carter was filled with anger, she shouted,

“I’m not a sore loser!”

She then stripped off her suit jacket, followed by her shirt, then her underbust band, leaving her completely naked.

Although he’d seen it all before, Leonard’s second viewing evoked a different feeling.

During the previous instance, the impressive figure of Sophia Jones had overshadowed Catherine’s nakedness, making even her most striking features seem totally uninteresting.

But now, they were somewhat acquainted.

Upon another look.

Hey, she’s not bad at all.

The full breasts, the perfect ratio of hips to thighs, the exquisite figure, and the skin evoking the unique pinkish hue of a maiden…

Overall, there was nothing objectionable about her beautiful body.

Leonard examined her appreciatively, just like the first time.

Feeling his gaze, Catherine Carter shot back an icy stare.

But the last time she didn’t know Leonard, so what’s a glare more or less?

But this time, she did recognize him!

She recognized him in her dream too!

Her gaze suddenly changed from cold to confused, then to… surprise.

With their eyes locked, Leonard also realized that her gaze was different. It didn’t seem like the gaze of a dreamer.

Catherine spoke first: “How did you get here?”

Her radiant blue eyes reflected her full concern, as if she couldn’t believe her own judgment.

“???”

Caught off guard by her sudden question, Leonard stammered: “You… know who I am?”

Giving an exasperated eye roll, Catherine flatly replied, “Leonard Churchill, what do you think?”

Hearing his name so straightforwardly spoken, Leonard was taken aback.

This didn’t sound like the words of a dreamer.

Without waiting for his reaction, Catherine seemed to understand his confusion, and explained: “The Demon God Tiamat, linked with my position as the Diamonds-7 Singer, similarly excels in various psychic illusions. The secret skill of the Demon God I mastered made me aware that I’m trapped in some kind of psychic dream. But I can’t escape on my own.”

Then, she curiously asked: “So… I’m wondering. Leonard Churchill, are you an obsession that has appeared in my dream, or have you actually come?”

Leonard then realized that this woman actually did have a lucid consciousness.

But just as he was figuring out what to say.

Catherine seemed to catch his hesitation, and interrupted him, “Ok, I understand now.”

Leonard:”???”

Catherine calmly said: “This is my dream. I just tried to kill you there, but you’re still alive.”

So, he was an outside entity.

Leonard was taken aback, before he then burst into hearty laughter.

He didn’t believe that the young miss of the Lionheart Family was really this petty, that was probably just a joke.

Now that the air was cleared between them, they felt like there was no taboo topic left.

He casually joked, “Sol saw you strip, is that so bad that you wanted to kill me even in your dream?”

Catherine shot him a withering look but didn’t respond.

But there didn’t seem to be any real anger.

Still, as a noble lady, she had never exposed herself in front of a man. And yet here she was, completely nude, obviously uncomfortable.

Originally, she had tried to imagine some clothes to cover herself.

But it seemed to have become a fixation, and she remained naked no matter what.

Nonetheless, Catherine maintained her composure, just as she had before, making no attempt to cover herself up. She then said casually, “Now that you’ve had your fill, I think you can get me out of this illusion, Leonard Churchill.”

“Of course.”

Leonard shifted his gaze, replying.

His gaze was fixed on her lovely face, not a shred of frivolity in sight. He sincerely praised: “But all jokes aside, Miss Carter, your figure is indeed an exquisite spectacle.”

Catherine merely snorted coldly at his words. Initially, she didn’t want to respond. Yet hearing that he had complimented her she seemed to have untangled a knot in her heart.

She suddenly brought up a new topic, “Oh? And how does it compare to President Jones?”

Raising an eyebrow, Leonard didn’t hesitate to voice his aesthetic preference, “It still falls a bit short.”

Upon hearing this, a sarcastic smirk crossed Catherine’s smug face: “Hmph!” Leonard just shrugged his shoulders and laughed. Not wanting to linger, he took out the Silver Moon Secret Book, causing the dream illusion to instantly collapse.

Both of them were back in the wooden building.