Where am I?\" Ensign Bronto is walking through a mysterious stone building. \'And ......, that\'s odd. They don\'t carry guns in Japan.\" When he woke up in a light haze, for some reason the Ensign was wearing an ammunition belt and armed with a pistol. From memory, he would have been in bed yesterday in his secure base quarters in Japan. Gun control is extremely strict in Japan, so there is no way I would have gone to bed armed at an urban base. But there, Ensign Bronto was relieved to see a familiar figure. Long silver hair, though for some reason she was wearing what looked like a bathrobe. \"Sylvia \'Corporal\'! The voice called out, and the silver-haired Lord turns around as if surprised. Oh, Bronto. What\'s the matter? What\'s the matter? The figure that looked back was not Corporal Sylvia. The hair was the same, but the ears were pointed! And I called her a corporal, but an imam? Could it be that we are speaking different languages? What do you mean? You\'re not Corporal Sophia! Ensign Bronto, calling Corporal Sylvia by her first name, is filling in. Ensign Bronto, who is now calling Corporal Sylvia by her first name, \"Hey, hey! So close.\" Ensign Bronto is pushed away by the silver-haired elf, Sylvia. You\'re not Bronto! You\'re a demon in disguise! I can tell you look exactly like him! The half-elf glares at him as if he can see right through him. The Ensign noticed that she was carrying a rather large, ornate and magnificent staff. The Ensign also readied himself, ready to point his pistol at her at any moment. \'Both of you. That\'s enough. Then a woman\'s voice breaks in. A woman\'s voice, low but resonant, at the same time full of extension, beauty, and tenderness. \"Mother! What, Dark Elf?\" The dark elf beauty says as she slowly approaches. She is a lost child. You seem to have been bewitched by a bad dream.\" \'Eh, I\'m a bronto by the looks of it. I think you must be haunted.\" The half-elf is startled by the dark elf mother\'s words. \'Eh, dreams ・・・・・.\' Dark Elf, Argerin nods and continues. \'Her aura is different. She\'s a girl, you know. Appearances don\'t matter much to a lost child of dreams. Besides, ......, there\'s a hint of the nightmare, the spirit of nightmares.\" He speaks to answer their questions. \'Um, Mr. Elf? Is this a dream?\" Ensign Bronto, who has only seen elves in games (of course), is skeptical. I\'ve only seen elves in games (of course),\" he thought as he holstered his gun. The smell of gunpowder smoke and the cold, dependable warmth stuck in this gun can only be real. Only my consciousness can fly somewhere and overlap with someone else\'s while I\'m asleep. It can overlap with someone else\'s dream. Dreams can be mutable. You may see yourself in your usual clothes and weapons. Argerin noticed that Ensign Bronto\'s gesture was that of a woman in a skirt, and that even the gesture of handling a weapon was different from that of a sword or a cane. \'I\'ll get rid of the nightmare genie myself. \'Lost chi