In the Research Institute, Miel and Mia woke up, their expressions rather troubled.
"Miel," Mia whispered, "your complexion looks terrible."
"Stop it, I had several nightmares last night," Miel said wearily.
"Me too!" Mia exclaimed, "I dreamt I was trapped in the Sunken Palace beneath Constantinople, with malevolent hounds roaming above ground!"
"I..." Miel opened her mouth and said, "somewhat the same."
Actually, she had dreamed of Aske and other girls from the team taking turns getting married, and she, exhausted, attended each wedding, watching them happily exchange rings and kiss the Squad Leader, almost running out of tears.
"It seems neither of you slept well." Aske, sitting in a chair nearby, pulled out a slender can of alcohol and cups from under the table, "Though minors shouldn't drink, I think a sip might comfort you."
