Continuation of the Dream in Another World

I was dreaming. But that? Not like usual? Oh, you don't have Assam.

The dreams I always dream of are anchored in Assam's perspective. Yet I was drifting through the castle in my dreams. I've never seen another world without Assam.

Maybe he's dead? Or have you come to another world because you wanted to see me too much? Even thoughts don't feel fluffy.

With that in mind, I found a small light. When Assam tried to get inside, he slipped through without opening the door.

As soon as I came in, three men and women were talking about something. Isn't it Assam? When I tried to leave the room, I heard the name from behind.

"When will Assam die?

A woman with light blue hair wearing a shimmering dress speaks. The thoughts that had floated on the words became clear. You just told me when Assam was gonna die, right?

"Ha, I'm supposed to kill you in the hunt tomorrow."

The taller of the two dark-brown men who seemed to be mistaken for dark nights replied lightly.

Oh, my God! I have to let you know. Whoa! Whoa!

That's what I thought. When I tried to leave the room, the sight turned around and the scene changed.

When he opened his fearful eyes, Assam was relieved to see him in front of him. Looks like he's back to his usual dream. He saw a lot of mirrors, and Assam was there talking.

What is it? And the ears were clear, and my chest rang high in the words I heard.

Your vision is shaking and your weight returns to you. I turned my consciousness toward you without defying the signs of awakening.

When I woke up, I saw the usual familiar ceiling. Whether it was a burden of unusual dreams or excited by Assam's words, I have a rough breath. I took a deep breath and then murmured.

"Surprised."

Wipe your face with your arms. It's still dark outside. It's been a week since the surgery, but sudden movements hurt. I woke up slowly.

I always thought I was the only one watching. But it was different.

"How do you want to help?

I noticed it there. That's right. I have to tell him something important.

"I have to tell you not to go hunting!

Let's imitate the mirror for now. Go to the wheelchair and take a stand mirror to the entrance. Before I go to see the equipment, I first think about the name and worry.

"You can't just write that in. Write something on paper."

Break the notebook and write your name. I wanted to write that I shouldn't go hunting, but I didn't understand the letters. He took a piece of paper with his name on it and went back to the mirror and said his name was to make a mirror.

Aihara Zhu Ju. Aihara Juju. Aihara Juju. Kari, no, no. "

The joy of communicating with Assam over and over again boils down. I don't think I can sleep with a little excitement. I hope it's passed on to Assam this way.

I kept saying the same thing to the mirror until the night was empty.