She nodded repeatedly. "Almost every night."
"Has this dream had any effect on you?"
"Tired."
The hand propping up Priscilla's chin slipped, and she slumped onto the Bronze Table. "I'm tired every time I wake up."
"I'll find time to go there and take a look for you."
In principle, dreams also fell within the Spectator Pathway's expertise, but this dream leaned more toward the Sea of Collective Subconscious. When it came to true expertise in dreams, the Sleepless Pathway was still the one to turn to-if this didn't work, he would ask Captain Dunn for help.
"Okay~"
Audrey hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Fool, Mr. The Tower and the others, are they..."
Klein turned his gaze toward the two brilliant Crimson Stars deep within the Gray Fog and said calmly:
"They are still safe."
When the Tarot Club gathering ended and Emlyn returned to the washroom aboard the Golden Dream, that floating, unsteady sensation instantly swept over him.
His legs went weak, and he hurriedly grabbed the handrail in the washroom-thanks to this thoughtful design, Emlyn could feel a little safer every time he used the toilet.
Emlyn had only just shakily risen when he suddenly felt the ship shudder slightly. He promptly plopped back onto the toilet.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by Danitz's voice outside. "Emlyn, you haven't drowned in the washroom, have you?"
"You're the one who's drowned! I'm... I'm constipated!"
Emlyn stood up again with the help of the handrail and asked, "What happened just now? Why did the ship suddenly shudder?"
"We docked, obviously."
Emlyn hurriedly opened the door. "Where are we?"
"Midway Island."
Delighted, he hurried to the nearest window and looked outside. Sure enough, he saw a bustling port filled with ships of all