Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

Chapter 87 - 87: Verina's Viewpoint: Sleeping Beauty

Before our encounter with that group of suspiciously hostile vagabonds, I was admiring the comforting face of sleeping Narcissus on the VIP seat—beside her on the bed, tugging her arm.

Of course, I was not the only audience to this divine scenery.

"Despite being steadfast at staying awake in our arms, she fell asleep in less than ten minutes," Kuzunoha said as she trailed her finger on Narcissus' exposed neckline. "She pouted for so long while pretending to be unconscious, curiously watching us if we were truly asleep. Fufufu~"

I was quite disturbed by her clinginess and brazen way of showing affection, but I started to get used to it as my hate for her started to dwindle. After all, her presence brought us more benefits than harm.

Though, the only reason why she was this touchy now was because of the circumstances and how she got the upper hand after finding out that there is an entity she named Daffodil inside Narcissus' soul.

Of course, I shouldn't be the one who was supposed to say this, considering how touchy Narcissus could be when both of us were alone back then.

"Stubborn, isn't she?" I slowly exhaled with bliss in my breath, my eyes fixated on the gentle rise and fall of Narcissus' chest. Her breath, steady and quiet, seemed to harmonize with the stillness of the room. "Always trying to prove she's invincible, even to us."

Kuzunoha smirked. "It's moments like this that remind me she's still human. Vulnerable, despite the walls she builds."

Heh, she built a lot of walls, alright.

Though, I couldn't help but agree. Narcissus, with her domineering composure and unyielding strength, rarely let her guard down—even when she was playfully interacting with us. But here, in the safety of the cabin, surrounded by us, she looked rather peaceful.

It was strange to see her resting this deeply—face softened, not tense, lips slightly parted, with a stray lock of her golden hair draped over her cheek. A slumbering queen who, even in her most exposed state, carried an air of regality that drew us in.

And yet, there was something undeniably adorable about her, like a child lost in dreams.

"Look at her," Kuzunoha murmured, her tone unusually gentle, almost reverent. "All that power, all that control, and yet, she sleeps like she doesn't have a care in the world."

"I wonder what she dreams about." My voice was wistful, my mind wandering to the mysteries locked inside Narcissus' head, her history. Despite all our time together, she remained an unreachable enigma—a puzzle that I couldn't possibly solve.

It was also why I'm not as hateful to let Kuzunoha close to her. After all, she might have achieved something when she was doing her shoddy experiment.

Kuzunoha's gaze lingered on Narcissus for a moment longer before shifting toward me. "You've always been curious, haven't you, Verina? About what goes on in that pretty little head of hers?"

A soft smile tugged at my lips, that was, if I could express it physically. "How could I not be? She fascinates me. Her divinity, her strength, her intelligence, the way she navigates through everything with such precision… and yet, it's when she's like this, so defenseless, that I can't help but feel…" I paused,

"Hmm, do you have human ears on the side of your head then?"

She raised a curtain of her long crimson hair beside her cheek, revealing a cursed view that I regretted for the rest of my life.

"... Have Narcissus seen that yet?"

"She asked the same question yesterday~" She softly giggled. "Her reaction was adorable~"

Dammit, I missed that moment!

For a brief moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of Narcissus' breathing, lingering among the quiet intimacy of shared understanding.

In this small, stolen moment, she was ours. Not the powerful figurehead or the enigmatic leader—but simply Narcissus, lying before us, fragile and perfect.