The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

"I'm serious. I… I'm going to let him go," Rena said reluctantly.

I looked up at her. Rena's eyes were steady, filled with unwavering sincerity.

Sharunian's eyes widened, her voice laced with a low feline growl. "What? We went through all that trouble to catch this guy, and you're letting him go just because he shows up in your dreams? You're joking, right?"

"No. You know I'm not joking. Now lift the spell, please."

Naneow uttered, "Huuuh… I just don't get it."

Honestly, neither did I. Even though I was the one being released, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Rena's attitude before and after the body search had shifted drastically.

What is Rena thinking?

She'd said she didn't remember anything and that I was just someone who kept appearing in her dreams.

Could a modest Affection of 20 points really be enough to make her release a long-awaited target so easily? Is it truly some kind of bond from the dreams?

I couldn't understand it.

Swoosh.

Sharunian transformed into a white cat.

Something I'd heard before came to mind—when cat-humans were under stress, they reverted to their cat forms.

Now fully transformed, her ears perked up as she glanced to the side. "Founder, what do you think?"

Naneow Tropin had once saved me and...