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"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..."
Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what?
He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

When You Transmigrate to Other Times

Days passed like any other. Over time, I began to get used to not having a secretary, and I was glad to hear that Marcus and Gabriel were getting along better than ever. I wouldn't have believed things would improve between them so much after the events of Saturday, but it seems I was mistaken.

Meanwhile, something troubled Cesare more than usual. I had never seen him so worried before, and I couldn't figure out what was occupying his mind so heavily.

"Cesare, may I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door of the palace library where Cesare was.

For the past few days, Cesare hadn't been speaking to anyone, not even to me. I believe something from his past is bothering him, or something from his present at the Vatican... I can't let him be emotionally shattered like this. I have to do something, and I know exactly what.

Chapter XLVII: The Path Ahead