Chapter 345
Chapter 345
The person who should be in the Osnabrück Diocese is in the Munich-Freising Archdiocese? Why? Why are you, who should be in northern Germany, in the south? No matter how I looked at it, that face was the same as the one I saw then. A hollow face with not a single bit of humanity, those features that were subtly familiar yet felt like something seen for the first time in my life—how could I, or anyone else, forget them? Why do you, in 1891, look at me and say I look familiar? Don't you meet me only in the autumn of 1897?
Ainsidel’s blue eyes weighed down on me. Leaving behind countless questions that were becoming as faint as fog, my gaze passed over the mage's face to the shoulders, and from the shoulders down to the legs. The sensation of the boot heels that would be under that table rested on my fingers, and soon, an extreme malice crushed my bones. My left fingers went numb, so I intentionally curled my hand.
“Brother?”
The priest turned back to me. Feeling as if I were lifting my body out of water, I pulled up the corners of my mouth that remained firmly in place.
“Where should we sit?”
“Sit here.”
The priest pointed to an empty seat at the white table. Having noticed the anomaly in me somehow, Mecklenburg grabbed my shoulder.
“What is wrong.”