Wait, My Building Is the One That Collapsed?

The girl's words suddenly caught in her throat after she had spoken nearly half of them.

I can't bring myself to say it.

Words that could be clearly expressed with just a slight movement of the tongue are stuck here, unable to be uttered.

Why? It's such a simple thing.

Clearly...

The girl closed her eyes.

"We'll discuss this another time, Laevateinn. We have other things to do today."

"Are you running away, Surtr?"

"No, there are indeed other things to do." She stood up and took a deep breath. Then—

Throw a punch, striking towards the air behind you!

'Boom--'

The air twisted and wrinkled from the force of the punch, creating an atmospheric depression hundreds of meters in diameter. At the very center of the depression, a boiling mist of blood erupted.

Assassin.

And there was more than one assassin.

The girl turned her head, and at the end of her line of sight, a man dressed and looking like an ordinary passerby, but possessing the world's top stealth technology, silently leaped out of the shadows but was blocked by Laevateinn. In the instant that Surtr turned his gaze and confirmed that the assassination was no longer possible, he turned around and plunged a black dagger into his own chest.

The dagger was imbued with a secret technique; seconds after the assassin committed suicide, his flesh and remains dissolved into an acid that corroded away all his remaining clothing.

The battle is over, perhaps as a frame-up, or perhaps it truly came from the will of some foolish Monarchs.

But the right to end a war has never belonged to the initiator of the war, but to the victor.

"Laevateinn, this is the result of the power holder not being in the proper social position," the girl said softly, her fingertips gripping the hilt of Laevateinn's sword. "And the result of doing so is that tonight I will cut off more than one dragon's head."

Laevateinn did not answer, but simply followed her away.

She never brought up the topic again afterward.

Miss Surtr hesitated slightly as the night breeze stirred, and some long-forgotten thoughts surfaced in her mind.

—Hometown... Ah... How long has it been since I last thought about my hometown?

—Can I really go back?

—Do I really still need to go back?

—In the world of God Slayer ... before I even sensed Disobedient Surtr. Why, when I opened my eyes in my apartment bed surrounded by fire, was I filled not with joy, but with anger?

Why am I angry?

She had the answer in her heart, but her lips were unwilling to speak it. She simply pursed her lips slightly, temporarily leaving these trivial matters behind.

This matter is not important.

—To this day, I haven't mastered the skill to travel to a specific dream realm, and I'm completely clueless about how to do it... This means I can't return to my homeland on my own. And according to the existing rules of random dream entry... since I haven't been able to return from my more than 1,800 dream realm journeys in the previous five years, the probability for the next 1,800 or so is probably the same.

—I don't need to worry about a tiny pattern that I can't be sure of... It won't be too late for me to consider related matters after I actually go back.

Breathe.

Take another breath.

Close your eyes, then open them.

When I calmed down, my own detached house was already in front of me.

Open the door, close the door, go up the stairs, and turn on the light.

Skadi did not return on time, and the gifts she had left for her were still neatly placed on the table, unopened—clearly, the 'paperwork' that Warfarin had arranged to distract her had a considerable workload.

This might be considered a good thing, because it means I'll have plenty of time and leisure to catch up on sleep throughout the night. If necessary, I can even sleep in.

Change into pajamas, take a shower, put the sword next to your pillow, and lay down on the bed.

Then, I entered the land of dreamsless dreams.

... Miss Surtr opened her eyes.

She was quite certain it wasn't dawn yet, and she knew the total length of her sleep this time was only two hours, seven minutes, and twelve seconds.

So she turned her head away.

Then.

She saw Skadi lying on the edge of the bed beside her pillow, her ruby-like eyes wide open, staring at her quietly!

The distance between the two heads... was only about ten centimeters!

Chapter 146: It was actually my building that collapsed?

Miss Surtr fell into deep thought.

Think back... what happened in the last section, oh no, after I left the experimental building in Persephone?

The content... seems minimal; it's nothing more than walking down the street, reminiscing about the past, then safely returning to my office building and falling soundly asleep.

It's normal. It's also quite ordinary.

In terms of writing style, it would be a dismantled unit that wouldn't matter much if deleted, only slightly delaying the character development process without affecting the overall plot structure—of course, being deleted would still be a headache for the creators—but at the end of this bland content, an unexpected change occurred.

What happened?

It's very simple, it's four in the morning. And Miss Surtr fell asleep around two in the morning.

The reason she was thinking "It's four in the morning" instead of the more common "It's eight o'clock, time to get up" kind of thinking was because an interruption event was triggered at the end of her brief period of rest.

It was 4:05 a. m.

When Miss Surtr opened her eyes, jolted awake by a sudden flash of intuition, she saw Skadi, whom Warfarin had sent away and who hadn't returned all night, lying no more than ten centimeters from her pillow. Quietly, intently, her crimson eyes wide open—

Look at her.