Waking Up From A Dream
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
That night, in the guest room of the tavern, Mike felt as if someone stood above him.
He slowly opened his eyes, and bestowed upon him was Crow's fair face.
At that moment, Crow's face was paler than usual. Coupled with her rapid breath, it was obvious that Crow was not in a good condition.
Mike looked at Crow with a puzzled expression and asked, "You... Why aren't you wearing a hood?"
"... is this question very important right now?" Crow's face gave off an ugly expression.
"It's quite important to me, yes." Mike slowly sat up.
Due to the changed angle of his sight, Mike managed to pick up other details of his surroundings and Crow's features.
Crow's left hand was being dragged down, and her arm bled non-stop. On the ground, was a hoodie that had been cut open.
Mike was slightly stunned. He looked at Crow's ugly expression and revealed a mocking smile. "I say, did you just attack me while I was sleeping?"
"..."