Otherwise, with how active his mind was, even the slightest pressure would make it difficult for him to fall asleep.
However, deep sleep could not last long. By the latter half of the night, near dawn, he still had the dreams he was meant to have.
In his dream, he transformed into [Omnimon Zwart], destroyed the world with a snap of his fingers, then snapped again... and ran out of mana!
He jolted awake, only then remembering that using [Full Restore] did not consume mana.
"Was that supposed to be a nightmare?"
After taking some time to calm himself, Dark got out of bed. A glance at the clock told him he had not slept for very long.
Yet he felt that his energy had recovered quite well, and his mana was basically full. Even if he was not at his absolute peak, he was at ninety-nine percent.
It was only a funeral, so he did not dwell on it and prepared to wash up, brush his teeth, and style his hair.
A maid knocked and entered as he stepped into the washroom and turned on the tap. He went through his routine step by step, and when he emerged again, he was every inch the handsome young nobleman.
When he arrived at the dining hall, Dark met up with Claire for breakfast. Dawn had only just broken, but Alvitr and Lady Suna Montilfali, the Lord of the Free City, had already headed to the palace.
One was a duchess, while the other was the Lord of the Free City. Both had to take the stage and deliver speeches at the funeral.
At Eliza's earnest request, Alvitr also had to help with matters related to hosting the ceremony.
Though she had been holding up a sign reading "In a Meeting"