Lucien chuckled softly, though his situation could currently be described as a "prisoner," his expression remained calm and natural, his body very relaxed, as if he himself was the victor at that moment, looking down on the maid before him.
"I'm curious, the ability to weave dreams should be a unique ability of dream creatures, right? Why do you also possess this ability, even able to weave such layered, multiple dreams? Hmm, counting the initial dream, it is now the third dream, right?"
The maid's gray-white eyes revealed no emotions, but her sitting posture was stiff, clearly affected by Lucien's words.
"Do I take it as... you are provoking me?" The maid paused for a moment, then asked in the same unhurried tone as before, as if a parent were calmly educating their foolish child.
"Maybe," Lucien tilted his head, "Perhaps in the outside world, I would be afraid of you, but inside the Land of Reality, maybe you are the real prisoner."
