I've had a set of healing herbs carried over from the dream fairy aside from Dream Set #2 and behold, it was a saving grace - woke up with my windpipe not in the best shape thanks to an
assassin in Dream Set #3 that snuck into my bedroom and almost choked me to death while staying in a castle. Someone didn't skimp on the money it took to hire a killer with some credibility, and it turns out this guy's never missed a target up until my swordsman pal heard the scuffle and barged in (wearing pajamas) to fight him off me. Nothing gets by Gourry, not even sneak attacks in the room next to him. It's like having a guard dog.
And now begins that reliable, stable cycle of being hunted, losing sleep, paranoia, another possible end of the world scenario caused by yours truly, but who knows. This one's got enough variance that it might go down differently. I'm still waiting for the fruitcake in cheap priest robes to show up and troll me appropriately.
Anyway, I stumbled upon the princess I named my daughter after and I hope,
hope that I didn't curse my kid into fulfilling her namesake's reputation. Which involves longwinded speeches of justice and truth, while standing up in a high place,
in the face of danger, like the demons she's talking to are about to realize the error of their ways and stop doing what demons do.