Irene had a mysterious dream.

  A dream in which a mysterious man practiced with his sword all day long. It was a secret only he knew, but now everyone in his party knew.

  However, no one knew the identity of the man.

  It was because the clues that were there were too few.

  ‘But, can we even find out the man’s identity?’


  And Kuvar’s teacher?

  How?

  “What about it? Would he know about the dream and the old man just by looking at Irene? And you said that this was all a scam in the first place? And if he can actually tell who the man in his dreams are, then why haven’t you told us about it sooner?”


  Judith asked so many questions at once.

  And not a single person in the party stopped her, including Bratt. Because everyone had the same thoughts running through their heads.

  But when he heard that these kids would take part in that too, emotions were rising in his heart.

  But that didn’t last long.

  Exactly a day later.

  ‘… wouldn’t it be better if I just do it?’


  Watching the party make a complete mess of things, Kuvar had no choice but to think that it was better for him to just do the tasks.