Fors was stunned. "Who am I supposed to be dating?"
"Klein!"
"Argh!!!"
Fors grabbed Xio by the shoulders and shook her hard. "Has water gotten into your brain? I'll shake every last drop out!"
"All right, all right, I was only joking."
Xio looked somewhat disappointed. "I thought someone finally wanted you."
"..."
Xio spread her hands. "Fine, you decide whether we stay or leave."
Fors thought for a moment. "I'd still like to leave Backlund first and see how things go."
"Where to?"
"Let's go to Pritz Harbor again first. Maybe Mr. Dorian has returned from his trip."
"All right. What about the letter you said you were going to open before you disappeared two days ago?"
"Later, later."
Past ten that night.
Pinsters Street, North Borough, Backlund.
Leonard had gone to bed early, mainly to enter other people's dreams and act as a Nightmare.
In a dream, he walked into a room two blocks away and found a seemingly freshly baked cake on the table. He went over and helped himself to a piece.
It was a dream anyway, so he had no qualms about it.
He pushed open the bedroom doors one after another, hoping to find the owner here for a "chat," but unfortunately, she was nowhere to be seen.
"Huh?"
How could he be in someone else's dream without finding her there?
As he muttered to himself, muffled moans came from the kitchen.
Leonard's nerves tightened. He immediately drew his revolver and crept over, then gently pushed open the kitchen door-the muffled moans instantly grew louder.
"..."
Although this was not the first time he had seen such a scene, Leonard still backed out, his face and ears burning. "Damn it! What do these noblewomen in Backlund dream about all day?! They're either having