When he opened his eyes, Roland sensed the weight on his arm.
Gently tilting his head, he saw Anna's serenely sleeping face. She lay on her side, pillowing her head on his arm and slightly curling her lips. She seemed to be having a sweet dream.
Fortunately... he could still get out of the Dream World in this way.
He carefully pulled his arm out and sat up. After covering the quilt for Anna, he quietly left the room.
When he walked downstairs, the soldiers guarding at the corridor hurriedly stood up and saluted him one after another.
He waved his hand to indicate that they could do away with formalities and went to the hall on the first floor.
Then he saw Phyllis.
She was standing in the center of the hall with a look of loss on her face. She bent her head and looked repeatedly at her clenched hands as if she was still amazed at the moment when her body regained its senses.
It seemed the answer was the former one.
