Pain!
Numbness!
Swelling!
Burning heat!
After falling unconscious, Laki had a strange dream that was both terrifying and incredibly sensual.
In the dream, he became a tyrant possessed of unimaginable power. He held supreme authority, freely conquering city after city and slaughtering anyone who dared defy his will in the cruelest ways possible. At the same time, he lived a life of utter luxury, enjoying fine wine, delicious food, and all manner of alluring beauties every day.
But at the end of the dream, he suddenly spotted a familiar face within his vast "harem."
Clare?!
Watching the figure holding a Claymore slowly approach him, Laki felt a chill shoot up from his feet to the top of his head. He immediately staggered backward in panic.
Even he did not know why he was running.
Unfortunately, this game of pursuit and escape did not last long.
When Clare caught up to him, she immediately raised her Claymore and brought it down with all her strength.
In an instant!
Laki jolted awake from the bizarre dream, shooting up from where he had been lying flat and letting out a scream.
"Ahhh!!!!!!"
Once he calmed down enough to realize that he was lying in an unfamiliar cave with a bonfire burning beside him, he understood that it had all been a dream. He immediately let out a long breath of relief.
But before the boy could even wipe the sweat from his forehead, a familiar voice sounded beside his ears. "Looks like you had a nightmare?"
"Al... Allen?!"
Laki abruptly turned around, his whole body tensing up. He was terrified that he might have said something he should not have while dreaming and suffered a social death.
"Relax. Don't be nervous. I won't tell anyone about what happened in the Holy City, especially