Chapter 355
Chapter 355
"Dealt with. One remains!"
"Leo! Where's Luka?!"
The instant my words ended, Elias shouted at me. Elias, who had killed the one bishop Lukas had entrusted to us without a moment's hesitation, grabbed my shoulder with the bishop's blood still dripping from his hand. Having arrived late, he didn't know where Lukas had gone. But not knowing where he'd gone was the same for me, who'd been standing right there.
Corniviano's burning fields and murky sky began to dissolve. In an instant, Füssen's Kreepkirche St. Nicolaus—the small church the Pleroma of Munich-Freising had been using as their archives—unfolded before us. We stood in the narrow cloister where moonlight streamed in, covered head to toe in Vitriol. The sound of someone shouting and running could be heard.
[…It seems Saint Corbinian has sided with the Empire.]
Lukas's faint voice struck my head and passed through. Only then did it sink in. We had returned. We'd returned, and it was over. All of it. I ran blindly toward where his Magic Power pulled.
The back of Albertina Hohenzollern of the 91st—and behind her, the familiar yet alien red eyes, already half closing. Albertina Hohenzollern's reflexes were faster than the speed at which I ran toward Lukas. He fell into her arms.
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