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It's adorable to watch the cat try to feign disinterest in your proposal. Her tail swishes too energetically to hide how attractive the idea is. Heck, she even purred with delight for a few seconds.
Just one more push.
"Alas, it appears that my suggestion was most displeasing to you. I shall struggle to find an alternative, but I understand my guest if my problems are not yours."
That does it. There's no hiding how excited the feline is at the idea and how she can't let it slip from her grasp.
"Hm, rejoice, King Lot. I shall render you the needed aid in your endeavor. That is but a trifle to my prodigious powers. Yes, let us try your experiment. I shall be trod in my Kuroda demesne once more. You have the honor of petting me as your reward for such a daring idea."
You smile and reach out a hand to stroke the soft fur.
<span class="mu-r">Lady Kizaemon will cooperate with an experiment in the World. She will join your next Quest!</span>
Now, with that out of the way, all that's left is for the dream to end.
You take a look at your family. Well, the family the dream created. Their wide, smiling faces look as though they are on the verge of cracking into insanity. It is a rictus so unnatural that it should repulse any sane soul.
But you miss your family so much that seeing this twisted illusion is almost comforting.
"Hey dad, mom, big bro, little sis... I'm trying my best, but it hasn't been easy. It's a nightmare."
What is the point of talking to mere illusions? Kuroda Nagasato, Kuroda Tamaki, Kuroda Touma, and Kuroda Sakura reside in Tokyo. A happy family without an additional daughter or pet cat. That's the reality. It will remain reality <span class="mu-r">until you succeed in reclaiming what is yours.</span>.
<span class="mu-r">"All nightmares end eventually. I am not giving up. I will come home!"</span>
When the dream ended and consciousness began, it is impossible to tell. The aftereffects of the feast last night are making themselves known, which is nothing. It seems your body is enhanced to the point that hangovers don't affect it. And that's good because the servants have once again thrown open the shutters at dawn and let the cool breeze into your room. White puffs of ghostly white mist seep in through the window, and the sound of light rain patters over the Castle stones.
"Call Hanbei. Now."
Those are the first three words out of your mouth. When the Senechal arrives, you begin to ask him questions.
"What happened last night?" You go straight to the point.
