Chapter 302: A Tale

A swing with a broken seat, three empty cups on the ground, the silhouette of two people on each side, with a cloudy sky opening to a wide eye with a cross as the pupil.

A swirling of words with and without meanings, mixing and drowning the mind, and finally, the shining of a dagger.

"... ora... Dora! Hey, are you ok?!"

Dora came back from his slumber, sitting on the ground with Midgard on his sides.

A hand on his forehead, he felt as if he had just woken from a long dream, but the noise all around kept him from having a proper sleep.

"Ely, let go, now!"

"P-please, miss, this isn't what we agreed on!"

Dora glanced at the side, witnessing the strange scene of Elizabeth strangling a bearded man with red and black hair wearing a butler outfit.

Behind her, Peters and Eva struggled to get her off him, but the man didn't seem really affected.