And now, he was experiencing proof of that legend firsthand.
Sigmund's face lit up.
"Isn't this incredible?"
The pain that had plagued him all his life—gone, completely.
He thought back on all the suffering he'd endured.
Pain had been his constant companion. There had never been a moment when he wasn't hurting.
But now…
Without even realizing, he jumped up and hurried over to Michael.
As the pillow vanished from beneath its head, the sphinx let out a low grumble and shifted slightly.
"Thank you. Truly, thank you," Sigmund said, voice full of emotion. "The headaches that tormented me for so long have vanished, and I feel so light. I can't even remember the last time I felt this way."
Did… did he figure it out?
A flicker of concern crossed Michael's face.
They were close now, but this kind of realization—this quickly—wasn't ideal.
Yet Sigmund's next words instantly put his worries to rest.
