Lotti slowly awakened from her slumber.
Before her eyes lay an unfamiliar dark brown ceiling adorned with beautifully carved thorny rose patterns, surrounded by black gauzy drapes.
Outside the window, the sunlight was bright, soft beams falling obliquely on the bed, very warm.
Where is this?
Looking around the opulent and strange bedroom, and at the silk pajamas she wore that were clearly worth a fortune—one she had only seen in the showcase window of an apparel store—Lotti's gaze was somewhat vacant.
If she remembered correctly, she should have been captured by the Blood Demon High Priest and locked in a dungeon.
Oh right, she seemed to have had a dream as well.
She dreamt of the High Priest taking her to an altar, telling her the monster on the altar was her sister.
She dreamt the High Priest told her that she had been nothing but a puppet all along.
She also dreamt of that night ten years ago, her sister, Charlotte, and the resurgence of the Flame Demon Vararoka.
