Ten days.
Ten days had passed, and he was still sleeping.
Sitting next to the bed of the person who was going to become her first follower in this retry, the woman who called herself a goddess, flipped a sheet of paper in her hands.
It was ten days ago that she had a faithful encounter with the person she had longed to see the least, yet to see the most. A person like she had never ever imagined, let alone met. That was the man Vincent was. It was unfortunate that she could only give him the memories of the few years he had spent in her world, but that alone should be enough to get him back on his feet.
The key.
After a fairly long time in this world at the bottom of the realms. In this fake world, she had found the key that would take her back and get her world back while at it.
It was then.
A twitch. A very faint twitch.
