"Leon!!!"
Emma's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. After taking several deep breaths, she shivered all over, unable to resist raising her arm to laboriously push away the dirty ebony lid above her head. She sat up from the worm-eaten coffin, her back drenched in cold sweat.
What was going on? Why, in her nightmare, was Leon pushed off a cliff by a beast with an indistinct face?
"Eh?"
Seemingly hearing the sound of a coffin lid being opened behind him, the square-headed old man, who was scrubbing pots not far away, couldn't help but glance back. Then, with a face full of displeasure, he said:
"You've already entered the coffin, why are you sitting up again? Have you forgotten what I told you before?"
"I... I'm sorry..."
After calming her pounding heart a little, a frightened Emma hurriedly apologized:
"Master, I just had a nightmare..."
"Stop! Cease immediately!"
Raising his hand in a "STOP" gesture, the old man interrupted Emma, saying with a face full of annoyance:
