Chapter 140
Clatter.
A pristine white plate was placed on the table. Atop the plate lay a steaming hot Bangpae Manyeonseol*. The enticing aroma tantalized my sense of smell.
The server who brought the Mannyunseol spoke.
“The gentleman over there has covered the bill.”
The server gestured to a table across the room. Seated there was a burly man named Javillon, who appeared to have noticed his gaze and winked with a friendly smile.
In that moment, Raciel came to a realization.
‘…Oh, I must be dreaming.’
He remained in a state of bewilderment. It was possible that he was experiencing a 120-hour-long deep slumber as a result of some unusual aftereffects, savoring this peculiar dream in the interim.
‘Could this be a lucid dream?’