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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

On the morning of the first day of July in the year 1493, we woke up quite late, already having missed the morning Mass officiated by Pope Alexander in his private chapel. I woke up with some discomfort due to the poison I had consumed the day before, but I believe I'll recover after taking a cold bath, given the immense heat I feel in the air.

After taking a cold bath with the fear of catching a cold, I went out to change and have breakfast alongside Cesare and the Borgia family. Of course, I waited for Cesare to get ready so we could go to breakfast together. At the breakfast table were Pope Alexander, Juan, and the two of us waiting to be served by our servants.

"Good morning, father," I addressed the Pope as he had asked me to.

"Father? Holy Father, do you have anything to say about this?" the Pope's sons appeared revolted.

Chapter LXXVII: The Inn at the Edge of the Forest