Eternal Log

"Hey Roy, I'm guessing there's a dedicated escort coming all the way out here to get you, huh?

I whisper to Roy after Ange leaves the room.

Because there are signs of Ange watching over the door.

"I don't know. But somehow it doesn't seem like Pope Lars would welcome you publicly."

Roy also whispers back to my question.

In fact, I heard you were called by a witch, but I don't hear you were called by the Pope.

"Well, either way, do we have to wait for the witch to come? You can ask me when you get here."

Will comes into the conversation.

Sure, let's just say we're here. Thoughts don't give us answers.

But, you know, Will's a reasonable idea at times like this.

"Well, yeah."

Everything Will says, and there's nothing we can do now.

Then I can't help thinking too much.

I can only ask the witch.

"Ah, these cookies are delicious!

"True! The fruit smells good!

"Yeah! What kind of fruit is that?

In front of me, three women are thriving on the cookies that Ange's men brought and left behind.

When you see something like this in front of you, a woman is cheerful and gives you a childish look.

What time would it be when a man gives a childish look?

... Will would be a fight.

He likes to fight.

Roy's evil. It's when you're bluffing, and I... I don't.

Have you lost your child's mind as an adult?

If I thought of that, I might get stuck with everyone, but I can't think of it myself.

"Isn't Hal money? You were brilliant when we were talking about money, weren't you?

Roy accidentally opens his mouth.

Have they read your mind again?!?

And I'm talking about money!?

"No! That was just desperate to teach because everyone felt too different!

I wouldn't have stopped if they told me that.

It's like I'm the golden deceased.

We absolutely have to deny it here.

"Concon"

The door was knocked just as I tried to raise my voice of denial even further.