Early morning, Stargazing City, bedroom of the City Lord's Manor.
"...Mm, an unfamiliar ceiling."
He hadn't drowned?
Looks like he really was pretty lucky.
Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above him, John slowly opened his eyes, his gaze full of confusion.
At that moment, his memories were still stuck on the scene of himself struggling beneath the sea before finally giving in to despair and waiting for death.
But if he remembered correctly, just as he had been about to suffocate, it seemed that a woman whose face he couldn't make out had saved him underwater?
Her features had been obscured by bubbles and darkness, making them difficult to see clearly.
Still, she must have been a very beautiful woman.
Especially that kiss.
It could practically be called dreamlike...
As he recalled the images lingering in his mind before he lost consciousness, John suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
The feeling was so intense that he could even feel his right hand starting to go numb.
It was as though the regret of missing out on the goddess from his dream had taken physical form, and some indescribable horror was pressing down hard on his right hand, leaving it completely unable to move.
What the hell was this big head with hair the color of an old coconut, pressing down on his arm?
John was confused. John was bewildered. John came to a realization.
Then, his face turning livid, he raised his bandage-wrapped left hand and unhesitatingly pressed it onto the head of the Pighead Squad Leader sleeping by his bedside, using his arm as a pillow. Her plump face was squashed against it, wearing a stupid smile as though she were having some wonderful dream, while clear drool trickled excitedly from the corner of her mouth.
After ruthlessly