She was really furious.
Was there no way to punish that bastard?!!
As that thought arose, even the direction she was walking in seemed to change.
Not home, but a boxing gym!
A mixed-gender sparring gym.
By all common sense, sending a Singer to fight a monarch whose casually bestowed fruits could elevate someone to the pinnacle of mortals—
No matter how one heard it, it sounded like an intensely satisfying BDSM session.
But this was a dream, after all...
She could not beat him up in reality, but could she not do it in a dream?
A rare urge rose within her.
How about—
Before controlling herself into falling in love with him, she beat the living daylights out of this bastard first?
Yes.
Beat him up first!!!
Thinking that, she moved faster than she ever had in her life and immediately scooped up the child beside her.
"Mom, what are we doing?"
The adorable child seemed to have a trace of confusion in her eyes.
"Be good, Tohana. Mommy's taking you to eat something delicious."
She gently rubbed the little child's head, then simply left the dog of a man who was theoretically in the honeymoon phase out on the street.
The sight made Sunday, far away in reality and pale as death, change expression.
His sister's dream...
Had changed?
It seemed...
Compared to men, she seemed to care more about children?
As though answering his confusion, the imaginary Russell suddenly shouted at Miss Thrush.
"Hey, I haven't gotten in the car yet!!"
"Why should I care?!"
Faced with the man she was theoretically most in love with, Miss Thrush suddenly revealed an almost brutish expression.
She did not look like a lover in the throes of passion at all. Instead, she looked like a resentful wife who