That night, when Iver awoke in his dream.
He saw Isabel, dressed in a White Silk Skirt, quietly lying across his shoulder and looking at him pitifully like a little puppy.
"...What's wrong? Why are you so aggrieved?"
Iver felt a pang of sympathy. He cupped her face and asked softly.
"I waited for you all night yesterday."
Isabel spoke in a small voice. "Was it because... you were so busy that you didn't sleep at all?"
The moment he heard that, Iver immediately imagined the conversation between Pure White and Master Yanis when they met.
Although he didn't know what kind of torture Yanis had suffered that morning... when they first met, Iver had felt that Yanis was almost being crushed to her knees by gravity. But Pure White's expression had remained normal, and Yanis had still been able to come out and send word to Lily. At least Master Yanis should still be alive.
But compared to Pure White, Isabel's aggression and pressure were obviously much weaker.
Iver felt no gravity, only a faint sense of resentment.
He stroked Isabel's hair and said softly, "I was hunted by Bear Angel again yesterday. Fortunately, Lord Heaven Rakshasa saved me."
"...Are you all right?!"
Isabel was startled. Her voice grew louder as she pushed herself up from the bed.
Her tone was no longer a soft whisper like the breeze, but a normal speaking voice. "Let me see... Hmm, is the wound on your chest deeper?"
"It's not a big problem."
Not wanting Isabel to worry, Iver breezily brushed the matter aside.
"Are you really all right?"
"Really."
"...That's good."
Isabel sighed in relief and chose to believe Iver.
Iver smiled, stroked Isabel's hair, and told her the information he hadn't had time to mention yesterday. "Oh, right. There's something