"No!"
She stood up familiarly and called out in a familiar voice.
Through the scarecrow, Flanders looked at Emil, who was sitting up from the bed.
"Hehe, how interesting. These people even have the same reaction."
Emil overlooked Flanders' mockery.
She sat on the bed and panted heavily.
After a while, she finally came to her senses.
She looked at the scarecrow doll not far away at once.
She saw that the doll had somehow changed back to the way she had seen it in the beginning.
It did not even turn its head. It looked very ordinary.
This scene made Emil doubt her memory. Could it be that she had fallen asleep from that moment on?
What would scarecrow head be able to turn around? Her gaze met these things, but nothing actually happened. She was only dreaming.
But this dream was too real?
"All of this is just a dream?"
Emil could not believe it.
