Chapter 78: Reality and Dreams

The hit Drake didn't react particularly well, the eerie smile on his lips made the situation even more awkward. He did not wake up, but instead contentedly relished the time he was able to spend in his dream.

Miren reached for the bottle of wine that was sitting on the table, tilted her head back, and exhaled deeply. After she hit Drake, she heaved a sigh of relief but her sense of accomplishment was still lacking. It is abundantly clear that she intends to punish him even further.

The pieces of the white dress that Drake had torn apart were still sitting motionless on the tiled ground below them. Miren knelt, lifted the other dress, and smiled softly as she did so.

“Drake, you are not as smart as you think you are. You have underestimated me, so low that it makes me feel sad. Enjoy, my king, you will be immersed in the spring dream you enjoy most.”

After casting aside the other dress, Miren approached Drake while holding a short dagger in her hand. She climbed on top of him while kee