Chapter 255
I had a dream.
It was a white and dark winter night. And the specter of that winter night was watching Dale there.
He was the hero from another world, his back pierced by the sacred sword Durandal.
“Only our actions prove our truth.”
The warrior’s corpse spoke.
“And this is your truth.”
At the warrior’s feet lay the fallen body of Sir Bader, the divine sword.
“At the same time, it is also your shadow.”
A voice followed. It was neither the hero’s nor the divine sword Bader’s.
Dale turned his head toward his back.
The shadow was there. A shadow that bore an uncanny resemblance to Dale.
“Everyone hides a skeleton in their closet.”
The shadow continued.
“Even the Shadow Lord is no exception.”
“Who are you?”
“The Shadow Lord’s shadow.”
Before Dale could utter a word in response, the world beneath his feet collapsed. That was their final exchange.
“……!”
Upon waking from the dream, he found himself in the bedroom of the Saxon ducal palace. Beside him lay his wife, Charlotte of Saxony, asleep. As the Queen of the House of Lancaster and the wife of the Count of Blackwood, who reigned as sovereign of the Grand Duchy of Saxony.
Dale silently brushed her golden hair aside.
“Are you awake?”
Lying there, Charlotte opened her mouth, feeling Dale’s touch.
“Sleep more.”
“Your touch tickles, so I can’t sleep.”
Dale said, and Charlotte smiled as she replied. Dale tried to withdraw his hand, but Charlotte reached out and clasped it.
