"Master, your overwork comes from physical fatigue, but the mental stress is even bigger."
Shaitan and I had come out for an outing. Of course the season in this dream was winter again, so Shaitan had bundled herself up tight in a puffer coat and a scarf.
"Master, do you really have to dress like that?"
"Of course."
I yanked my turtleneck up high. The coat was a little thin, but there was something more important than the cold, and I couldn't give it up.
"More importantly, Shaitan, why did you summon me here of all places?"
"To make sure you, Master, can take some emotionally stable rest. Right now... your body's being held by Luna, isn't it? Please rest."
"...I see."
I didn't think I'd been pushing myself so hard that I needed to be forced into rest, but apparently, my impatience had been visible to Shaitan and the others.
"You, Master, have something like an obsession about subordinates dying."
"Of course. Even if they can be revived, dying isn't a good thing."
