"Alright."
Watching her as she left, Lynn quietly lay on the bed, the fragrance of the girl still lingering at the tip of his nose.
After a moment, he began to try to communicate with the Divine Chosen Mark in his mind.
Recently, the exchanges with the witch Miss had been limited to parchment; the last face-to-face meeting had taken place in the Pantheon, right after the end of the Wish Jar riot.
Although not even a month had passed, it felt like it had been a very long time.
...
Late at night, at the Heavenly Principle Church.
At this very moment, in the grand and majestic central hall, Cardinal Connor stood amid the endless metal tracks of stars, gazing indifferently as the stars rose and fell, days and nights circulated.
Behind him, a statue symbolizing the Lord of Billion Stars faintly radiated dazzling starlight, mysterious and infinite.
After an unknown amount of time, sudden footsteps disrupted the orbit of the stars and awakened Bishop Connor from his meditation.