Saint Vera had a dream.
She had not dreamed in a long time, and within the dream, she even felt a faint sense of attachment. She dreamed that she had changed back into that village girl's outfit and was living an idyllic life in her hometown, Tebir.
She lived in a little house called the Hamster Hole. Beside it were a lake and a forest, as well as a small town built inside a massive open-air cavern.
The people there lived without worry, beyond the reach of the tyranny of the Kingdom of Guregs.
The sunlight was gentle, and the spring breeze poured into the Hamster Hole.
It was not a filthy, cluttered burrow, but a tea cave with fine wooden structures and pots for brewing tea hanging everywhere.
Whoosh!
Whoosh! Gurgle, gurgle!
As the tea came to a boil, Vera clearly realized that this was a dream.
She did not tend to the boiling tea. Instead, following the instinct in her heart, she looked toward one of the Hamster Hole's wooden walls.
A longsword hung there.
"Vivaldo..."
So it really was only a dream... Vera felt a rare hint of disappointment. Ever since the day her headaches began, the saint had rarely felt her emotions stir.
Walking over to the wall, she took down Vivaldo. She blinked, only to discover that her reflection in the mirror beside it had once again changed into her form clad in full-body scale armor, draped in a gold-and-silver scaled cloak.
"From your flashback memories, it seems you have two dreams, Miss Vera," a calm female voice said from behind her.
Vera turned around and saw a woman sitting at the table—someone she had never met, yet who felt faintly familiar.
The woman had gray hair and red eyes, wore a pointed witch's hat,