당신이 죽는 꿈을 꿨어

“…What kind of dream is this?”

One day while working as a secretary at the ducal household, I had a dream about a knight whose name and face I barely knew getting hurt. I dismissed it as a strange dream, but it seemed to be a prophetic dream.

From that day on, the knight kept appearing in my dreams, always getting injured. As if that wasn’t enough, the events in my dreams started happening in real life exactly as they did in my dream. My conscience wouldn’t let me ignore it, so I couldn’t just stand by.

“Sir Knight! Watch out for the rock in front of you!”

“Someone left the incinerator open. How dangerous….”

“I’m heading that way, would you like to join me? The path I take is more well-maintained.”

I only offered a few acts of kindness to prevent him from getting hurt, but when I called him to the garden to avoid a dangerous situation, he said this:

“I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in dating.”

Huh? What are you talking about?

I don’t have feelings for you; I’m just a person with a conscience and a bit of a worrywart!

No matter how much I insisted, the knight wouldn’t listen. I argued, felt absurd, and finally gave up, telling him to think whatever he wanted. But before I knew it, I realized I had gotten quite close to him.

Where did the man who used to put up unnecessary defenses because of a misunderstanding go?

“…Do you really not like me?”

In front of me stood a bear-like man with a somewhat dejected expression.

….If he’s like a bear, I should find him scary, so why does he seem cute? Have I finally gone mad?