He was dreaming.

This time, he knew this clearly.

He felt that there was a hollow below the emptiness of his feet.

It was a hollow that grew bigger and bigger until he fell into it.

He could not climb out.

He subconsciously raised his legs to get out of the horrifying hollow but was greeted by someone's calling.

"Your Highness."

Thales woke up all of a sudden.

It was only then that he realized that he was lying on a seat, and his right foot was planted firmly on the bottom of a carriage.

There was no hollow below his feet.

And he was not falling into one.

He only heard the rumble of galloping horses, the slowly rolling wheels, soft chatter from people, and...

"I am sorry to have interrupted your sleep."

In the rocking carriage, Gilbert's gentle voice soothed his panic slowly.

"Did you have a good rest last night?"

Thales sat up straight, took a deep breath, and rubbed his face.

"No, I just…"

'...I have not slept well in a long time,' Thales thought as he buried his fac