“Muse...”
“Moon… Aurora...”
“Noa...”
“Rosvisser… Rosvisser… Rosvisser—cough, cough—”

A fit of dry coughing jolted Leon awake from his dream.

Sitting up, he rubbed his chest and immediately felt parched. Reaching for the water jug beside him, he uncorked it and took a long drink.

But midway through, he froze, noticing three pairs of eyes staring at him.

“Muse: 287 times. Moon and Aurora: 293 each. Noa: 301 times,” Rebecca reported with a straight face, holding a small notebook.
“And Rosvisser is the clear winner with 519 mentions, far outpacing second place.”

She added, “That’s even one more than when you first came back to the Empire a few years ago!”

Leon set the jug down, wiping his shoulder. “You actually kept track of something from that long ago?”