Hannelore awakens from her goddess-induced coma to find the whole country in a frenzy. Duchy after duchy vies for her hand, each hoping to claim the new divine avatar for themselves, while a scheming former prince threatens to stir things up further.
It looks like myneday, It smells like myneday, it feels like myneday, but it’s not the same. The wait was far too long.
Hannelore interrogates kennatrips about what happened during her sleep.