"Brother?!"
After the Dream Resting Master finished speaking about the "conditions" needed to join forces with it and withdrew from the dream, Anna, who had stabbed Leon in the back, instantly woke up.
Looking at Leon's blood-soaked back and her own hand stained with his blood, the color drained from the pale girl's face, becoming even paler than freshly cut white paper.
"I'm not... you... don't move! Call for help! I'll go get someone!"
"I'm fine."
Subconsciously shielding William and Melanie's eyes, Leon tightened the muscles on his face, lips pressed into a thin line. First, he glanced in the direction from which the Dream Resting Master had left, then turned to cover the kitchen knife stuck in his back and comforted warmly:
"It's just a nightmare. You'll feel better when you wake up."
A nightmare? How can this possibly be a dream!!!
Looking at Leon still trying to be strong after being stabbed, Anna, with reddened eyes, anxiously shouted:
"Don't move! I..."
