Chapter 44: To Stitch Her Purple in Crimson. (BUTTERFLY Effect )
Chapter 44: To Stitch Her Purple in Crimson. (BUTTERFLY Effect )
"I have made a petition to the Emperor to make you a Red-Stitched Sister."
Those words fell like a bomb.
Even before the echo of the Grandmother's voice faded, an eerie silence swept across the dock.
All who understood the weight of such a declaration turned—almost in slow motion—toward the 'aura' towering figure in white church robes and the dark-haired noblewoman standing across from her.
Oliver was among them. But unlike the others, he was the most surprised.
This... hadn't happened in his previous life.
He knew because he had been here. And Grandmother, this Pope of the Church of Light, had not come to the docks on the day of his arrival. He remembered that clearly.
Again—This woman's presence was a near myth, a person said to never leave the cathedral except for the rarest of ceremonies.
Yet here she was.
Oliver’s gaze slipped upward to the dangling corpse still hanging from the mast of the ship. Martin Vontell.
He’d made a tiny request to Accra, for a small trinket. But it had ended in Martin’s death. And that death... had brought Grandmother here.