“You… regressed? And that’s why you know me?”
“You don’t believe me, Timi Lily?”
“H-how do you know my— ah, no, right. You said you regressed. Then of course you’d know.”
The boyish-faced Timothy looked him over again, eyes unsettled.
Gentle and pure as he was, it was still a bit much to believe a story blurted out by a foreign boy he’d never met, who’d suddenly approached him in a strange land…
“Your angels didn’t say anything?”
“……!”
Timothy’s gaze changed at once.
That he had two Constellations in covenant, and that they were the archangels recorded in Scripture—he had never told that secret to anyone.
“Trust me, Timi.”
“…….”
“Because the one who gave me this chance is ‘Our Lady.’”
Our Lady.
There was only one person on Earth whom that title could indicate.
And it was also a name that Timothy Lilywhite, who was half by will and half by force styling himself ‘the Son of God,’ absolutely could not defy.
His wariness broke completely.
Tracing the sign of the cross, Timothy asked in a voice solemn as eyes that held a vast sky.
“What should I do to help, brother?”
“You’re going to help me?”
“If it’s something within my power, gladly.”
“It’s not hard. Hand over your fated [Role] to me. I came back for that person. Shall we go inside and talk details?”
Ah. I know what this is about.