Dreams are distorted mirrors that reflect desires.
That was a certain scholar’s claim. According to his research, the human brain briefly reveals the suppressed unconscious realm during sleep. And those images were said to be deeply connected to desires lying dormant in the depths.
In recent times, it was a theory facing numerous counterarguments. However, its interpretations had spread widely across various fields, still exerting considerable influence.
Even someone like me, from nothing more than the Knight Faculty, had heard such stories.
But there could be one question.
Why was I suddenly recalling this unfamiliar theory?
The reason was simple.
It was because the scene I encountered in the dream was so unexpected.
A small stature, delicate features, and blue eyes stamped upon snow-white skin that were incredibly beautiful. On top of that, a large conical hat that could now be called the symbol of a girl.
No matter how I looked at it, it was the Elsie-senpai I knew.
Except for one thing.
“What are you staring at with those wide eyes? Who the hell are you… huh?! Are you mocking Elsie Lynella’s words?”
It was the way she spoke.
I absentmindedly tapped my ears at the rough tone I hadn’t heard in a long time. At first, I wondered if it was the ‘Elsie-senpai’ from the…