"My dear Ashen Bishop."
Bishop?
"Ashen? What are you talking about!?"
Ophidia was exceptionally puzzled upon hearing these words; she stared blankly at the young man standing close in front of her.
Halfway through her speech, she suddenly widened her eyes as if waking from a dream.
"Hmm!!?"
Memories from over a thousand years surged into her mind like a tide—Ophidia remembered.
She remembered everything!
And upon recalling everything, Ophidia also remembered what she thought of him just now.
Do I owe him?
Did I hurt him!!?
Ah???
"Herbert! You—"
But just before she could shout, the illusion at that moment shattered first.
Just as Herbert had said.
The dream had awakened.
A conscious person should not continue to sink into a dream.
"Her dream has awakened."
After making contact with Ophidia, Herbert finally fully grasped his own dream.
He was the master of this dream.
