Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened to the script?
Cavendish wore a bewildered expression.
"Could it be... I didn't actually fall asleep just now?"
At the thought of this possibility, Cavendish decisively closed his eyes, wanting to fall asleep at the speed of light one more time.
Whoosh—
In an instant, Cavendish successfully fell asleep. A snot bubble emerged from his nose, and his body tilted backward.
Pop!
But the next second, the snot bubble suddenly burst.
Cavendish's mind felt as if it had been struck hard by a hammer. He abruptly opened his eyes.
"What's going on?"
With a faint pain in the back of his head, Cavendish looked at Maud, who was still safe and sound before him, without even having moved from his position. He grew even more bewildered.
But he refused to believe it and closed his eyes again.
However, this attempt ended in failure as well.
"Something's not right..."
Cavendish's mouth hung slightly open and his eyes were wide, as if he were experiencing something unbelievable.
In the past, perhaps because the other personality within him was causing trouble, whenever Cavendish had the thought of falling asleep and acted on it...
Cavendish would often fall asleep within one or two seconds, after which the other personality would take over his body.
This phenomenon had always worked without fail.
Yet this time, it no longer worked.
For some inexplicable reason, Cavendish felt a sense of absurdity.
It was as if he had taken the initiative to lift the lid of the other personality's coffin, only for that personality to refuse to cooperate and kick him away.
That alone would have been bad enough, but after covering the coffin again, the other personality had even driven in several huge iron nails.
Cavendish, who had never