The surroundings were dark and deep.
He felt as if he was falling, feeling the heat, black smoke swirling, flames burning, countless cries echoing.
He smelled the strong scent of sulfur...
The fury came roaring in!
...
"Your Highness?" Shasta softly called in his ear.
Roman abruptly opened his eyes and asked, "What time is it now?"
"It's late morning, are you feeling unwell?" Shasta asked somewhat worriedly.
The Conquest Knights were immune to ordinary diseases, likely the Ghost Dream has entangled him again.
Roman said, "I'm fine."
He went over the previous night's events in his mind and knew what needed to be done today.
Roman didn't dine at the castle, hurriedly taking two pieces of bread, stuffed with bacon, rode off on horseback, eating as he traveled.
Hurriedly rushing along the way.
Finally arriving at the support camp, he saw the Oak soldiers ready for departure.
