There was a white sheet. Since dusk was incoming, it looked a bit dark, but the sheet was white and soft. Chi-Woo was lying on his side with his stomach touching the bed. When he raised his head, he saw a familiar scene. He realized he was in his place at the Seven Stars base and let out a sigh of relief.

“Haaa….” His thumping heart quieted, and he thought, ‘…It was a dream. Yes, all that was a dream. It’s got to be.’ Chi-Woo plopped his half-raised body back down on the bed and sighed once more. It seemed that he had returned to Shalyh while he was unconscious. He was probably asleep for quite some time as a side-effect of the recent events. He didn’t know what exactly happened, but since it appeared to be quite late, he thought he could ask tomorrow morning.

His back was warm. He could still feel the palm that had pushed his back in encouragement, telling him to take the path he wanted. The sensation was so vivid it was as if the hand had been on him right before he woke up. Chi-Woo closed his eyes again and smiled slightly. Most dreams became hazy after a person woke up, but for some reason, he could remember this dream very clearly—he remembered seeing Philip from his human days, talking about the old times, and…

“…Mr. Philip.” Chi-Woo smiled to himself for a...