“Oh…”

Ghislain’s eyes widened in wonder.

Was this what the Saintess had meant when she said they would meet again? Had he traveled back to the past within a dream?

Unlike previous dreams, where he was merely an observer, he could now move freely and interact with others.

Ghislain grinned, amused by the novelty. However, Julien shouted in exasperation, “He’s broken again! Completely useless!”

A girl standing a short distance away wore a distressed expression.

“What? Really? Why is he acting like that now?!”

She looked like nothing more than a simple village girl—clothes dusty and old, her hair tangled. …