Osmon had a dream.
He dreamed that, on a bright sunny morning, he was in a small grove teaching his nine-year-old son how to wrestle.
Both father and son enjoyed the sport, laughing heartily.
During a break, he heard a voice say, "Good morning. It should be morning, right?"
Osmon turned around and saw a well-dressed, refined young man walking toward him. The other man's Loen features made him frown slightly, but only for a moment.
After all, he was dreaming. His mind was hazy and dazed, incapable of responding properly.
He did not even find the man's appearance here abrupt.
"Commander Osmon, I'd like to ask you something. Who are the formidable figures in the Commander's Mansion? Hmm, I mean those with Beyonder Abilities."
The young man asked with a smile. In the sunlight, within the dream, his smile looked so warm and friendly.
That made his question sound perfectly ordinary, utterly commonplace, like a casual greeting exchanged between neighbors, nothing worth paying special attention to.
Osmon unconsciously smiled as well. "If we're talking about formidable figures, then we have to mention Mr. Bart. He's a native of the Southern Continent. He's always very stern, and he often makes me feel afraid."
"He usually has no expression at all, as if there's nothing in this world worth his attention. But he's a very powerful man. He can appear inside mirrors, and he can control nearby inanimate objects. I saw him strangle an intruder with curtains."
"And he didn't even need to move a finger."
The young Loen man was naturally Sifa. Using the mystical item Midnight Dream, he had entered Osmon's dream.
Hearing this, he could confirm that Mr. Bart was the Demigod from the Rose School.
"Anyone else?" Sifa smiled and guided him onward.
Osmon stood in a