This dream had been very long, and Shade had described it in great detail. But the more Miss Belinder listened, the more something felt wrong. Even the maid who had been tidying the basement gradually set down what they were holding and stared at Shade in surprise.
And Shade continued talking to himself:
"After defeating the Dessert Giant with the Snow Elf and the talking dove, we wore flower crowns and, surrounded by some tiny Fairy Sprites, climbed up to the tallest Tree House in the middle of that forest covered in white snow—well, frosting. We sat together by the edge of the terrace atop the Tree House, watching fireworks burst beneath the moon. Those fireworks were truly beautiful. As they went bang, bang, bang, they not only painted the forest in colors, but also made Emilia's face look rainbow-colored."
Miss Belinder looked at him with an even more meaningful expression.
"And then?"
"And then? She suddenly asked me to turn and look at her. Her hands were braced against the floor of the Tree House terrace, and her feet dangled over the edge, swinging back and forth. She said she had something to tell me, but the fireworks were too loud, so she moved closer to me. When she was close enough—I mean, I could even clearly see her eyelashes trembling—then we faced each other, with all kinds of colorful fireworks exploding behind us, beneath the vast starry sky and bright Silver Moon, and then..."
"What happened? What did you do?"
Someone asked that instinctively. Only then did Shade realize everyone was watching him tell the story.
It seems the young ladies all had similar Childhood Dreams.
Shade thought to himself, while Miss Belinder urged him on:
"Go on, what happened next?"
"Then you woke us up."
Shade answered