This day felt so long, as if a century had passed.
After seeing Anthony off, Roland anxiously awaited the arrival of night.
However, the early summer night came late, and his eager anticipation made the wait even more excruciating.
Finally, night fell, and he downed several bottles of dark beer, using the alcohol to plunge into a deep sleep.
Opening his eyes in the dream, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.
It had been days since he entered Sif the Elf's dream; her condition was indeed not good.
Fortunately, today his desire to see her was strong enough, and at last, he did.
Sif the Elf sat blankly under the enormous golden ginkgo tree, her gaze unfocused, her spirit listless.
Roland approached quickly, his body carrying the scent of alcohol.
Upon smelling the alcohol, Sif the Elf slightly frowned.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Roland found a spot a few meters from her to sit down, trying to keep his distance.
