Three long days have passed since my dream with Arthur. The parasite was indeed destroyed, which I confirmed with the help of Mitrich by visiting him the next morning. It was wonderful! Just great! After all, now I could sleep alone again without fear of not waking up in the morning. I could have, but I didn't sleep. Now I'm starting to suffer from insomnia.

Anya, seeing my torment, did not ambiguously hint at the need to talk to Arthur and stop torturing myself. For her, everything was simple and obvious. I just thought differently. The beast rolled her eyes and pretended to faint as she listened to my thoughts....