The guest room door opened without warning.
William stepped in, carrying food for the group—but the moment he saw the scene in front of him, he froze.
Max stood beside the bed, untying the elf, who looked completely pale.
Everyone turned to look at William.
The butler frowned.
"…what's going on here?"
His gaze shifted to Vimel.
"…and where did this guest come from?"
Dorian sighed.
"…it's a long story, dear William…"
He crossed his arms.
"…but in short…"
He pointed at the elf.
"…this is the 'Dante' we ran into in room nine hundred ninety-nine."
William raised an eyebrow.
Sophie stepped forward.
"…as you already know, we infiltrated his room."
Pause.
"…when we confronted him…"
She pointed at Max, who was still untying the elf's hands.
"…he put him to sleep with a dream stone."
William glanced toward Max.
Sophie continued.
"…and then…"
She pointed at Vimel.
"…his body changed."
She shrugged.
"…and he ended up like this."
