This explanation was somewhat far-fetched, but Anna and Shujuan couldn't find any further problems for a while.

After waking up, his body temperature, breathing, and pulse were all normal. Even Roland himself found it strange. The dizziness came without warning, as if his consciousness had been suddenly cut off. The road from the North Slope Mountain to the castle was completely blank.

During the examination, he also learned about the situation after he fainted from Shujuan.

Several people heard Anna's cries, but no one witnessed him falling—at the moment Roland lost consciousness, Nightingale pulled both of them into the mist at the same time. Afterwards, Anna explained that it was just a cry when she almost slipped, and covered up the matter without any danger.

As for where His Majesty the King went, everyone was not particularly concerned. After all, Nightingale's power was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. It was almost impossible to hurt Roland from her hands. Therefore, as long as she was guarding him, Roland didn't need the bodyguards to follow him all the time. Besides, the King of Graycastle's itinerary didn't need to be reported to them. With the great success of the radio communication test, it was perfectly normal for His Majesty to take a step ahead.

Because of this, only Anna, Shujuan, and Nightingale were guarding him, and even the other members of the Witch Alliance were unaware.

Hearing this, Roland finally felt relieved.

It must be said that Nightingale made the most correct choice at the critical moment. Now the entire Graycastle's affairs are tied to him, and there are strong enemies to fight against. The upper and lower levels must maintain a high degree of consistency in order to break a bloody path in the Battle of Divine Will. If he were to fall at this time, it would inevitably bring instability. Even a brief coma would make people speculate about his physical condition.

The best way to deal with it is to pretend that it never happened.

"Thanks to you," Roland smiled at Nightingale.

The latter did not take the opportunity to ask for a few bottles of Chaos Drink as usual, but responded in a low voice, "No, it's nothing... it's good that you're okay."

After finishing the meal sent by the kitchen, it was just past eight o'clock in the evening.

Roland originally planned to go to the office to modify the design of the Skyfire, but Anna pressed him back to bed on the grounds that patients should rest well. Helpless, he had to do as she said, and even canceled the dream journey that night—after all, this sudden coma made him a little guilty. Previously, tragedy occurred due to prolonged overtime work, and it wouldn't hurt to rest for a while longer.

After saying good night, the three of them walked out of the room one by one.

After the door was closed, the room was immediately shrouded in night, leaving only a faint city light visible outside the window, illuminating a small piece of glass in the gap of the curtains.

About a quarter of an hour later, Roland heard a rustling sound.

In this silent and windless bedroom, the velvet curtain hem swayed slightly.

He turned his head and looked, and a black shadow appeared at the window, blocking the only source of light. The faint light behind him outlined a thin silver edge for its outline.

This scene made people feel inexplicably nostalgic.

Roland sat up and said without surprise, "Now can you tell me, what exactly happened?"

The black shadow walked to the window, revealing that beautiful curly hair.

The visitor was Nightingale.

"You knew I would come?" She was stunned.

"You're not usually like this," Roland shook his head with a smile, took out the luminous magic stone from the bedside table, and put it into the lamp slot. The soft yellow light immediately illuminated the entire room. "Just now your expression was like you had your thoughts written all over your face."

"Then Anna she..." Nightingale subconsciously covered her face.

"I guess she noticed it too? That's why she left me in the bedroom," Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "But since she didn't take the initiative to ask, it's equivalent to acknowledging your judgment on this matter—if you think others shouldn't know, she probably won't ask any further."

This is undoubtedly a kind of trust.

A complicated expression appeared in Nightingale's eyes.

"To be honest, I'm also very curious," Roland continued, "The words that I feel comfortable and have no discomfort are not lies made to comfort you, but my true feelings. You can clearly hear this, why did you still look so worried at the time? What are you worried about?"

She lowered her eyes, "There are more than three people who know about your coma."

"More than three people?"

"Nana Wawa is not in Neverwinter, and Lily can't heal wounds. At that time, no one could even determine your condition," Nightingale said slowly, "In a moment of desperation, I thought of someone... although she can't do anything about specific diseases, she can at least make an overall judgment. So I brought her into the bedroom without Anna's knowledge."

"You mean..."

"Momo."

Roland's heart skipped a beat. This was indeed a very appropriate candidate. The trend of lifespan itself can explain a lot. Nightingale was able to sort out her thoughts in such a chaotic situation and find the correct way to deal with it, which was undoubtedly much more mature than before. However, thinking of her preoccupied appearance, he vaguely felt that it might not be a good result.

"What did Momo see?"

"...Fourteen," Nightingale stared at him for a long time before whispering back, "The number has changed from seventeen to fourteen."

"Shortened... three years?" Roland couldn't help frowning. This was too incredible. If it was a disease that was deteriorating, there should be some signs. But he really feels energetic now, let alone pain.

Nightingale seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "It's not a disease, nor is it fatigue... I compared it with the samples of criminals in the mining area, and none of them matched you. Obviously, it's not normal for a few months to shorten three years. Otherwise, these four or five years of actual time would be equivalent to shortening three or four decades. It could only have started recently."

That makes sense, Roland touched his chin and said, "But I haven't encountered anything special recently..."

"No, there is one thing," Nightingale leaned down, "Maybe you didn't notice it yourself, but I know it better than anyone else—in the past few months, you have entered the Dream World several times more than before. Other than that, I can't think of any other reason!" She reached out and held Roland's palm, her tone also changed slightly, "Promise me, don't enter the Dream World anymore, okay!"

So that's how it is, Roland couldn't help but realize. That's right, the biggest change in the past few months is probably the Dream World—the key is not the number of times he entered, but the cores of natural power that were absorbed. According to Lan, the dream will continue to expand due to the increase in magic power, until it invades the realm of the gods. He doesn't know what the final realm of consciousness will become, but he clearly felt the self-enriching process of a world.

And as the creator who is closely connected with it, it seems reasonable that the pressure he bears has greatly increased.

Now that he thinks about it, Lan's solemn mention of "time is running out" may not only refer to the will of the gods, but also imply his situation.