"Urk!"
On the bed in one of the Mesties' inn rooms, the sound of Jeanne moaning in pain could be heard. She formed a circular position unconsciously on the bed.
Her hands hugged her body unintentionally. Her embrace grew stronger along with the dream that occurred in her subconscious.
"So-Sorry..."
She was delirious. She uttered an apology in an earnest tone.
Judging from the way she said the apology, it was clear that she felt very guilty. Who she was apologizing to, you wouldn't know because you can't dive into her head.
What kind of horrible past might she have? Only she herself knows.
After a while, her expression became calm again. Her previously furrowed brows had returned to their original shape. The wrinkles on her forehead had disappeared.
And not long after, she immediately woke up.
"Haaa… Haaa…"