Clack, clack, clack...
The dinner knife, in harmony with the fork, slowly sliced through the unidentified piece of meat in front of him, producing a faint sound.
Lucien silently took his place at one of the dining table seats, feeling both immersed and somehow detached.
His current state felt quite peculiar, as if he were back before his travels, playing a role-playing game. Now, he was like a player controlling a little girl named Lurah, and this girl's emotions were detached from his own. All he had to do was... play the role.
With this mindset, Lucien's spiritual power gradually relaxed. He seemed to recapture that feeling of playing a game, and aside from the initial awkwardness of "playing a female character," he quickly adjusted and began to test the "freedom" of this Dream World.
"Oh dear." Soon, under Lucien's control, the fork in Lurah's hand dropped onto the floor.
"How can you be so careless?" the gentle voice of Mother Mia chimed in as she ruffled Lurah's hair.
