"So, see you in the Main Material Plane, Brother Shiayar."
A pleasant voice rang in Shiayar's ear.
The next moment, all the scenery in that Mind Image World, whether it be the ruins of the collapsed White Tower or the silent courtyard, vanished without a trace.
Consciousness turned into bubbles of light that flickered uncertainly, at times rising, at times bursting. Eventually, he returned from the Spirit Realm.
When Shiayar opened his eyes again, what he saw was the familiar ceiling of the first-floor living room in his Black Lily District mansion.
Was I really sent back home?
Spirit and body were once again unified, and that dizzying sensation, as if his soul had been wandering afar, gradually faded away. Thus, Shiayar became aware of more details, such as the soft touch at the back of his neck, and the slight itch of hair falling there.
He had felt something similar not long ago. But unlike Silvia, Ennie preferred to use sandalwood-scented shampoo.
