"It's been so long since I slept on a pillow."
"It's so soft."
As the sunrise illuminated the frozen land, Dante and Elizabeth were just resting inside the carriage after the lightning storm ended. As for the night watch, Fafnir was taking care of that, though he seemed a bit traumatized after his return.
They didn't have a real pillow, but something better—the driver's round belly.
'I refuse to believe this is normal. It must be an ability that makes it like that.' Dante thought, then he remembered what happened the past night.
'I feel bad for that bandit…'
How bad must someone's luck be in order to get hit by lightning twice?
The answer was—as bad as Dante's, which was the purpose of Dante's spell.
Because of it, Tkiee ended up facing Dante's terrible luck with the lightning storms… and died.
'But why was he killed this time? Why has this never happened to me?'
Dante tried to think of any logical explanation, and eventually, his mind formed only three theories.
