Right as Erwin was struggling to collect his own thoughts, Onean also returned to the room.

He heaved a faint sigh as he heard her enter the room.

"If you have something to say, then say it. Don't just lie there and mope," Onean said in a cold voice.

Erwin didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent, and thus, neither of them were saying anything. Funnily enough, both of them were lying on their beds and leaning against the headboards of their beds in the same posture, except they were separated by the floorboards, and neither of them was looking at the other.

He couldn't hear any sound coming from Onean's bed, so he thought that she had to have gone to sleep. However, he wasn't feeling sleepy at all. His body was already extremely exhausted, but his mind was in a state of extreme excitement, and it was refusing to allow him to fall asleep.

"Are you really just planning to not say anything?" Onean suddenly asked.

"I thought you already fell asleep."

"I can't sleep."

"Then what do you want me to say? Do you want me to discuss with you the magic that I can't even understand myself?"

"For an instant back there, I felt...