Many people died, the ground was covered with bodies, like a blanket, broken streets, destroyed houses, stationary carriages, and the horses were nowhere to be seen.
A slender figure floated above the street, with four white feathers behind them.
A clear and deep chanting echoed in the ears, Holy God, solemn.
"Klein! You will get everyone killed."
"What does it matter, there will always be sacrifices, there will always be death, why can't it be you?"
"You've changed, become numb, unfamiliar, you're not who you used to be."
"People change, besides, I've always been like this, never changed, it's just the goal that changed, you should understand."
"I don't understand!"
Lina's roar echoed in the ears.
It was so real, as if going through such scenes.
Only, those pretty, agile eyes had changed, more solemn, with something called "mercy," yet looking indifferently at everything.
But wasn't Lina already dead in the manor?
As one of Henry's sacrifices.
What is going on?
