There were no so-called stitch marks on the monster's body. It looked perfectly natural. Without Aiou's hint, Joan of Arc would never have connected it to the corpses hanging from the tree.
She stared at the tree in astonishment. "Aiou, was this monster pieced together from those corpses?"
"Probably. Though it's also possible that it ate all the corpses," Aiou answered.
The Dream of All Beings had always been bizarre and grotesque. Measuring everything within it by human logic would lead to only one conclusion: absurdity.
This was never a place that cared about reason, rules, or logic.
Aiou skipped over to the tree. After sitting down, he said, "Now that this body's smaller, I seem to get tired more easily. I'm going to sleep for a bit."
"Wait, if you sleep, what am I supposed to do?" Joan of Arc hurried forward and asked.
Aiou waved his adorably tiny paw and mumbled, "Whatever. Do whatever you want."
"..."
Joan of Arc took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Then she could not help glancing at the monster again. It was not dead yet. Its huge eyeballs were twisting as they stared at her. Just one look made goosebumps rise all over her body. After shuddering, she simply grabbed Aiou by the scruff of his neck and decided to leave this place first.
She had not gone far when the gray fog overhead suddenly vanished. Blue sky gradually filled her vision, while all kinds of grass and flowers began sprouting from the ground.
If the previous world had been a horror movie, this one had clearly switched to a children's channel.
Joan of Arc had already prepared herself mentally. She knew the Dream of All Beings was just that bizarre, so after taking a deep breath, she continued