How intoxicating...
Hm? Ailia?
Henry looked at Ailia, who was holding his arm, and felt something was off.
Instantly, Henry saw the cruelty of war again, saw death and destruction, saw countless people struggling in agony... Henry savored the thrill of smashing his enemies with a warhammer and the satisfaction of his body growing ever stronger.
Henry's dream continued to shift. He was no longer a Warrior on the battlefield, nor the ruler of a domain, but a carefree Hunter, chasing prey across the vast grasslands with his friend, Bain.
Henry and Bain dashed across the grasslands. Henry felt a long-lost sense of ease and freedom, unburdened by the pressures of war and the political machinations of the empire. There was only pure survival and enjoyment.
They pursued herds of deer, crossed streams, and climbed unfamiliar peaks. Henry felt a simple joy—the joy of escaping the mortal world and returning to nature.
