"Besides, didn't I just do it?"
Herbert pouted and grumbled a bit unhappily, "Even this time, didn't I help you get rid of the chaos?"
"Why do you make it sound like I'm always freeloading off you? Am I that kind of person?"
Although he complained like this on the surface, Herbert silently agreed in his heart—hey, you know what?
You sure have a keen eye!
I really am that kind of person.
"...Huh? Huh!!!"
It was only now that Flora regained her senses and realized she had completely escaped from the chaotic nightmare and returned to reality.
She looked around at the familiar surroundings, pursed her lips, and timidly asked, "How long was I unconscious this time?"
Previously, her chaos lasted for months, even years, often several months, sometimes years.
Only through long-term chaotic torment could she barely regain a sliver of sanity in the nightmare and return to normal.
And this time, she had quite a lengthy dream within the dream... External time must not have been short.
