It certainly wasn't the guidance of the Moon Goddess's shadow, and Davel thought that the dream was meaningless even if he finally met that shadow once more. After all, the shadow of the Goddess also didn't know much about how he could complete his mission in this world, and it was Davel who was desperate now.
He was just lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, but his mind was wandering elsewhere even though his body was currently in the Clayton mansion. A week had passed since the incident that happened in the hotel ballroom during the charity dinner, but people were still talking about it on the internet.
Things were still bad to this day, and Shirley had even told him that everyone who had previously wanted to work with him had unilaterally canceled their plans, and some of those who had signed a contract with Davel had even unilaterally canceled the contract.