‘Is there no other way to meet without opening the door?’
‘I’m sleepy.’
Even as I repeated my concerns, my body grew weaker.
I surrendered to sleep, leaning on the sofa.
And I fell asleep like that.
After a while, where I woke up was neither reality nor a mart.
‘Mist?’
Amidst the dense fog, sparse, dry trees were scattered.
‘It’s the place with the hole.’
My dream was now connected to a new dimension.
“What, dreams can be connected?”
“Since you wished for it.”
Gasp. What a surprise!
I swallowed my breath at the sound coming from behind.
“Now it’s time to go to work.”
Duneuar went behind the store and opened the front door for me.
“Please come in.”
“Oh, sure.”
I received the greeting in a bewildered manner.
‘It feels like I’m a regular customer who came to work with the owner.’
When I was with Duneuar, there were times when I got confused whether this place was reality or a scene from a book.
“What brings you here today?”
“I have something I want to ask.”
“Go ahead.”
I thought he would refuse, but he willingly listened.
“Before, you said there could only be one person who could be called by Duneuar at a time.”
“That’s right.”
“Then, while I’m here, can’t another Caller appear?”
“…Hm.”
Duneuar tilted his head.
Scratching the groove of the old wooden table with his finger, he asked.
“Did you find someone who seems to be another Caller?”
“Yes. They acted as if they knew the original, even talking rabbits suddenly appearing.”
There were more than a couple of suspicious points.
Duneuar, who had been listening to me, finally spoke.
“It is not impossible for Callers to coexist.”
Long white hair covered the wooden table.
“If the person you mentioned is a true Caller, it means I didn’t call them.”
“Then?”
To my question, Duneuar raised his head, showing a cold expression.
“Be careful. It should not unfold exactly as in the original.”
With those chilly words, thick fog enveloped the surroundings.
“Just a moment!”
The hole-in-the-wall was disappearing in front of me.
No, it was me who was disappearing.
“…Oh!”
Surprised, I opened my eyes, and sunlight twinkled above my head.
I was awake from the dream.
‘What does it mean?’
Being expelled from the store was the second issue.
I pondered over what Duneuar had said.
Duneuar and Eliseus had no connection.
Then it meant that a third party I didn’t know had brought in a new Caller.
‘For now, it’s just a suspicion.’
More concrete evidence was needed.
I got up to leave the bed.
Today, too, Kashar’s arm was firmly around my waist.
“Kashar?”
The strength of the arm around my waist was consistent.
There was no response from the one who was always awake before me.
‘He won’t get up.’
No matter how much I tried to wake him, there was no movement from him.
I barely pulled my arm out and grabbed the rope by the bed.
Soon, a maid came inside.
I shouted at her with a pale face.
“What’s the matter…”
“Get Mikael!”
“Yes, yes!”
Perhaps realizing the seriousness of the situation, the maid quickly left the bedroom.
Not long after, Mikael came in.
“Kashar won’t wake up. Is something wrong?”
It was more tense because it was right after his madness.
“This is…”
Mikael reached out to him.
Then, Kashar’s red magic began to flicker.
“I forced myself into a sleep state to suppress the magic. It’s not a big problem, but there’s a high chance you’ll have to keep sleeping until it stabilizes.”
It was an event triggered by the aftermath of madness in order for the magic inside the body to stabilize itself.
“Then, until when?”
Judging by the state of the magic… you’ll probably wake up today or tomorrow.”
A sigh escaped from me involuntarily.
“…Hah, really. What’s the point of scaring people like that?”
My heart, which had been surprised, still pounded as if something terribly wrong had happened.
“Mikhail, please take me out.”
“Where do you want to go…”
“I can’t keep doing this until Kashar wakes up.”
As I argued, Mikhail reluctantly took me out of Kashar’s embrace.
“He might suddenly wake up. Please stay near the master.”
“Where would I go? I’ll take care of the two princes and come back. If it’s urgent, call me with magic.”
“…Understood.”
This time, a somewhat resentful expression was evident.
It was an attitude that convinced me I would be in trouble if I strayed even a bit from Kashar.
‘I should take a look when Kashar is asleep.’
Now might be a chance to directly observe Eliseus’ condition.
‘But first, I should check on Mikhail and the kids.’
If Mikhail had indeed met Eliseus, I might be able to hear something.
Eshtra happened to be standing in the hallway.
“Eshtra. Is Mikael in his room?”
“No. He went down to the kitchen just a moment ago. He seemed better than yesterday.”
“That’s a relief.”
If he had recovered, it would be easier to ask him about the situation.
That was the direction to the kitchen.
On the way, I ran into familiar backs.
“Louise, Evan?”
“Ah, Eileen!”
The chicks welcomed me warmly.
“Where are you going?”
“Um, the kitchen. My brother is worried. I came because he said he’s here.”
“I’m going to the kitchen too. Shall we make snacks together? Mikael will like it too.”
The faces of Louise and Evan brightened at my words.
“Really? Yeah, let’s make snacks!”
“I’ll do it too. Since Mikael needs to learn from me.”
“Then let’s all go together.”
It felt like the Mikhail’s lifesaving expedition had become a reality.
We arrived at the kitchen together, but the atmosphere was strange, especially at the entrance where Babito was struggling.
“Babito, where’s Mikael?”
“Oh, did the lady come early?”
“Why is the atmosphere like this?”
“Well, that…”
The door was slightly open.
Inside, what could be seen was…
‘Mikael and Eliseus?’
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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