It was odd. Ever since she had reached the level of a Master, something like this had never happened before, but more than that, the dream, no, the nightmare itself was strange. It had too much malice and hostility for it to be called a mere nightmare. It felt like it was mentally destroying her by stimulating the deepest and darkest parts of her.

 The proof was that she had swung her sword in order to awaken from her dream. If she swung her sword, that meant she had perceived something as an enemy and felt like she was in danger. When humans are in trouble, they often rely on what they can trust the most. For Marquis Maroon, that was her sword. No matter what enemies were in front of her… Whatever hardships there were… Something or someone that was always on her side and always responded without betraying her. For her, only her sword was it. 

Thanks to that, she was able to wake up from her nightmare. She had a strong mental support and was mentally and physically strong, so she was somehow able to escape from it.

“Why did I dream of something like this…”

As she was muttering to herself, a loud noise suddenly came from ou...