Iver: Mom?
After leaving the classroom where Dream Master Mia was, the people outside became noticeably sparser. There were only four or five scattered individuals across the enormous playground, and all their faces were blurred beyond recognition. Their movements were also incredibly sluggish—even somewhat distorted.
They were all slender little girls, but their movements as they walked were clearly unnatural. Their limbs were too soft, and they made no sound as they moved. They looked like unfinished animation, with even their fingers joined together.
"Where are we going?"
Arsene looked at them and asked humbly, "Why don't we find someone to ask?"
He clearly knew very little about the secrets of dreams and the Dream Realm, and was now ravenously searching for knowledge. It was probably because of this eagerness to learn that Arsene had mastered so many skills despite having only an elementary school education.
And despite knowing nothing about "dreams," he had still dared to enter the Dream Realm on his own to rescue Sherlock... That recklessness and loyalty made Iver like him a little more.
Thus, Iver patiently answered his question. "It's useless. We're outside the Dream Master's line of sight. In this situation, these people are nothing more than empty shells."
"...Huh? Wait. Pope Your Majesty..."
At the mention of the Dream Master's line of sight, Arsene suddenly realized something. "That little girl... Aren't we bringing her along? Or are we going to find her first?"
"You mean Aleister?"
Iver did not seem concerned. "She's been with me the whole time."
"...Is that so? Sorry." Arsene did not ask, "How did that happen?" or "How did you manage that?" He simply and decisively admitted his mistake.
This elegant man, who possessed quite a bit of poise, was not overly curious about other people's secrets.
That was