"Yes, it was during Your Majesty's birthday... I dreamed of you from that time."
Kafney said, shifting her gaze slightly with a faint blush, "You were quite adorable then..."
Are you implying that I'm not adorable now?
Annan thought to himself.
Her right hand held a biscuit but she did not continue eating, while her left hand's fingers curled slightly in unease, retreating into her sleeve.
After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, "I almost forgot that dream when I woke up. But I vaguely remember... in the end, you killed my uncle."
"...Do I need to apologize?"
Annan chuckled, "Apologize for the actions of my dream self?"
Yet, he vaguely understood something in his heart.
No wonder Kafney was the key to that nightmare...
No wonder that Kafney could remain so composed, not breaking down at critical moments, without panic or tears.
Even if she was reclusive, her mind would not have matured this much without having experienced anything.
