“I still remember that day vividly. The day when, before my eyes—when I was nothing more than a lowly errand boy—a beautiful Angel of Death descended…….”
Owen walked along the dark night road as he listened to the Sage’s voice.
The plaza after the gathering had ended possessed a very different atmosphere from the evening, when the sermon had been in full swing.
The followers had settled themselves here and there across the plaza like migratory birds, and some were putting up worn tents in preparation for the chilly night. Now and then, a breeze slipping between the tents briefly revived the embers of the dying bonfire.
“How could I ever forget her appearance? Hair blacker than the night sky, and black garments covering her entire body like the wings of a reaper. It was certainly an ominous and terrifying sight. And yet, Brother, would you believe me if I told you that the moment I first saw her, I was helplessly captivated?”
Benjamin was personally leading Owen toward the secret location without a single follower accompanying him. Apparently, there was an unwritten rule that no outsider could accompany someone during the rite for becoming one of the Sage’s close associates.
Of course, there were exceptions.
“W-Where exactly are we going right now? O… Kai Nuku.”
The Barshan who could not speak a single word of the Imperial…