Sigrid's Dream

Demon King City, Nekaris.

Dawn.

A bitter blizzard howled through the city streets, burying the broken walls, severed limbs, and pools of blood beneath endless white snow.

Indoors.

The heavy wind and the sound of snow pellets striking the glass lingered in her ears.

She felt goosebumps break out all over her body and woke from her drowsiness.

This was the top floor of McCarthy's Palace Restaurant on Lees Island, and also where Sigrid lived.

Outside the room, everything was dim—or rather, drowned in white. Nothing could be seen clearly.

"Strange. Why did I dream again?"

Sigrid covered her forehead, as if trying to hold on to that last trace of reluctant peace.

She had dreamed that she was a Cardinal Bishop of a church, beloved by her subordinates, and that she had someone she yearned for.

So, after chatting with the petite elf big sister that afternoon and being thrown out of the office by the elf, she had happily set off on her journey.

It really was just a dream...

"Ha."

Sigrid sat on the edge of the bed and lowered her head with a sigh.

They were clearly nothing more than ordinary days of leisure, yet they made her feel as though they were beyond her reach.

The cold was impossible to resist. It cut deep and tightened around her body.

She had been sent back to the Demon Realm alone for further training long ago.

The war between the Honing Empire and the Allied Forces had reached its most intense stage. A victor could emerge at any moment, or one side could flare up like fireworks before quickly perishing. Only the Demon Realm was truly safe for her.

Even if they really lost, the Demon Realm would be the last place the Blood Race reached.

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