Noir Giaella disappeared, and Eugene floated down to the ground while snorting.

“I know you’re nervous,” said Mer.

“No, I don’t think I am,” retorted Eugene.

“You were nervous that the Queen of the Night Demons might come at you,” said Mer.

“No, I wasn’t,” said Eugene once more.

“You’re a liar, Sir Eugene.”

“I think you’re mistaking something here. Everything went according to my calculations. I knew from the very beginning that Noir Giabella would never try to kill me here,” said Eugene.

“Right, right. You’re so amazing, Sir Eugene,” Mer giggled. After ruffling her hair, Eugene finally came down to the ground. What remained after the dust settled was a wasteland devoid of any trace of civilization.

“This is…,” Raimira muttered in disbelief as she took in her surroundings, finally coming to her senses. She found herself still clinging to Eugene's arm, recoiling in shock at the desolate wasteland before her.

Alternating between staring at the barren landscape and looking up at Eugene's face, she parted her lips in doubt. “…Is this a prank?”

“What is she saying?”

“A very… very well made… prank, a hidden camera. This could be a blockbuster…. M-maybe I’m only in a dream made by Duke Giabella…. A crazy, hidden camera prank set in this lady’s dream…. Is it being transmitted across Helmuth…?” stuttered Raimira. Eugene found it absurd, but Raimira felt she was being very reasonable.

Wasn’t that right? Duke Noir Giabella, the master of the Demoneye of Fantasy and the creator of all dreams imaginable, the Queen of the Night Demons, had appeared before her eyes as well…. The things Raimira had experienced this previous day were beyond anything she could have ever imagined, completely removed from what she thought was...