When Hillas arrived at Ron's dormitory door, night had completely fallen.
Three stars twinkled in the emerald green sky, casting a tranquil and mysterious glow over this Otherworld.
He took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door.
As Hillas knocked on the door outside, Ron's mind was immediately filled with Nari's alert voice:
"Honey, there's an ill-intentioned person here."
Her tone was laced with obvious hostility:
"I can sense that kind of deceitful scent on him—respectful on the surface, but full of schemes inside.
Just like those deep-sea piranhas that bite you in the back, cute on the outside but with jaws full of saw-like sharp teeth."
"Mom, don't say that." Ron gently replied in his consciousness:
"Hillas might have his own stance, but he might not be entirely our enemy."
"Hmph!" Nari let out a dissatisfied snort, her tone stubbornly childish:
"Mom has lived so long, what kind of person haven't I seen?
