I had a dream today where I was back in the Middle Ages, but this time it was different. An acquaintance of a countess wanted to kill me because I’m different. It’s not quite like Esther’s story. But I’m sure you can imagine what happens. This time, I’m being hunted by this unknown, mysterious person who wants to kill me... and this countess, whom I don’t know at all, doesn’t want me to leave. What could be the reason? And this dream isn’t a joke, nor is it wishful thinking. That’s exactly what I dreamed today.