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Victorique’s Dream Interpretation – Part 03

Gazing upon her beauty, reminiscent of either a celestial being or a harbinger of doom, he asked with genuine curiosity, “What sort of dog are you referring to, miss?”

Victorique, growing increasingly flustered by the question, began to fidget uncharacteristically. After a moment of contemplation, she stood with arms akimbo, her tiny fists resting on her small waist.

“Are you seriously asking me what kind of dog it was, you cretin?”

“I am!”

“Very well… Hmm, perhaps it was a white dog?”

“I see.”

“No, wait. Maybe it was black, after all? What do you think?”

Dr. Boleid, questioned by the incoherent woman for some reason, grew even more pleased.

“How big is it?!” he asked.

“Hmph, average!”

Sparks flew as the dancing doctor and daunting Victorique stared at each other. A renowned psychologist and an anonymous private detective during daytime. A killing machine and a Gray Wolf at night.

Several moments of peculiar silence passed as they held each