Half-step Purgatory

Durin stroked the black cat on the armrest of his chair, sitting on the black leather sofa. Through the glasses perched on his nose, his gaze passed over the long table in front of him and settled on the man kneeling on the carpet:
"I understand, you've made money in Naples, your business has been very successful, and you've led a happy life. You've had those secret police, friends in both the law and the underground, and even the Royal Family speaking on your behalf."
"You don't need a friend like me, I know that. You're afraid of owing me a favor, and you don't want to get involved in troubles."
"But now you come to me and say, 'I beg you, Mr. Durin of the Corleon family, please help me seek justice, so that my life and my family will not suffer and sink into despair.'
Yet, in your eyes, I was nothing more than a second-rate artist involved in movies and music. Even at the brink of death, you still show me such disrespect, not even willing to call me by my title... Keeper of Secrets."

Durin's Diary

Michael had grown old, so old that she no longer cared to ponder who she was, where she had come from, nor why she had ultimately been sent into the Nursery of the Prime Creator.


Her life had been that of an ordinary orphan within the Monastery of the Prime Creator.


Life was always full of hardships; Michael knew this all too well, so whether she encountered fortune or misfortune, she harbored no complaints.


After all, everyone's fate has its shortcomings; those sisters fortunate in childhood had passed away early, while she, the orphan, attained a legendary position and lived to celebrate her centennial birthday.


Your misfortune will be compensated by the Goddess of Fate in other ways.


This time, the Church had sent her on a mission, representing the Church's fear of the creature before her.


Before meeting Sir Durin Alsh, Michael was puzzled because she did not understand why the Cardinals were afraid of a young follower of the Dual Mothers.


Chapter 234: Visualization