Chapitre 172: You've killed him

As Allen settled into Peter's house for the first night, a biting chill descended upon him. He quickly realized that the inadequate blankets provided by his host would not suffice. Allen had to create a few woolen blankets with Reig to keep him warm in such conditions.

But, to his dismay, nature was not on his side. A mighty snowstorm blew outside, its ferocious gusts lashing against the windows and walls of the quaint country house. The howling winds only added to his frosty discomfort, making it even more difficult for Allen to drift off.

Finally, as his eyelids grew heavy and exhaustion overtook him, Allen fell into a restless sleep. But his slumber was disturbed by a vivid dream that transported him back to when his beloved mother passed away.