"Virginia went to..."
Hewitt stopped his narration and looked towards the door.
The handsome young man, Amelie, who was responsible for receiving Hewitt in the dream world, stood up.
He heard a knock on the door.
Amelie opened the door.
"Mr. Hewitt, do you remember me?" Hewitt had never seen the person outside the door before, but the voice was very familiar.
The one knocking was a strange man.
Bright blond hair, handsome face, and those melancholy eyes made people wonder if he was worried about the fate of the world.
There were shallow scars on his face, but there was no dangerous aura about him, rather the kind that would easily arouse the pity of noble ladies.
If one had to guess his identity based on appearance, nine out of ten people would think he was a romantic poet because he looked strikingly like the poet in romance novels who will elope with a noble's daughter.
Hewitt remembered him, Nash.
