“What’s the matter, Alisa? Is there something bothering you?” asked the Governor.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing. I was just remembering a dream from last night.”
Yes, that was all just a dream. Yet somehow, Alisa swore she could still see faint burn marks scarring the Governor’s face.
Alisa awoke from her nightmare. What the heck was that monster?
“Good morning, Alisa. You look crazy pale. Did you have a bad dream or something?” asked Tyrone from inside the room where they had an audience with the governor yesterday.
“Yeah, I had an awful nightmare. I dreamed that we were all being attacked by a terrible monster. We all got killed.”
“Whoa! That’s pretty ominous. As for me, I had a dream that I was being attacked by a hoard of cuties! And Myau was dreaming that he had a never-ending bowl of cat food.”
“Anyway,” interjected Alisa, “if you had seen what I saw in my dream, your face would be pale, too. —Ah, Governor!” Alisa straightened up.
“Oh, as you were, as you were. Good day. I had this drawn up for you.”
The Governor handed Alisa a sealed envelope.
“To the north of Paseo, there is a cave called ‘Maharu’. The esper who lives there is called Lutz; you should go to him with this letter. That should convince him to become your loyal ally.”
“Thank you very much!”
“Don’t mention it! Make sure to come back here, once you have brought La Shiec to his downfall!”
