While Ghislain was energetically (perhaps too energetically) active in another time, only a few days had passed in reality. At first, Belinda had been filled with worry, but now she looked at Ghislain with a perplexed expression.

Despite her initial concerns, Ghislain slept peacefully, as if nothing was wrong. That alone might have kept her worried, but something else made it hard to stay anxious.

"What could possibly be so delightful?"

Even in his sleep, Ghislain smiled faintly several times. The smile was subtle, but it was unmistakable.

"What kind of dream is he having?"

It wasn't just a good dream—if Belinda had seen the vivid scenes Ghislain was experiencing, she might have clutched her forehead in disbelief. Although he had been lying down for days, his body showed no signs of deterioration. If anything, it seemed unnervingly fine.

For someone who frequently dealt with corpses and grimoires, even Belinda found it strange. "How can this be?"