Silas's POV
As soon as my eyes landed on Ciel sitting in my house—on my sofa, no less—my blood boiled.
"How dare you come into my house? And first of all, who let you in?"
"Where is Nekol… Nekol?" I started calling for him, but there was no response.
Ciel smirked. "Silas, do you think you can win against me? No, there's no chance. You're going to lose like you always do. Just remember—everything is mine."
Hearing him, I was about to hit him when I suddenly snapped my eyes open. It was 3 in the afternoon. I was panting from anger, regretting why I hadn't hit Ciel sooner—in the dream, at least.
Just then, a knock on the door startled me.
"Silas, wake up now! It's already 3 in the afternoon. How long are you going to sleep?"
I climbed out of bed and opened the door. Nekol was standing right in front of me.
"Morning, Nekol."
"It's not morning, Silas. It's afternoon—and soon, it'll be evening."