The Bishop opened her eyes in the same place again today.
“……”
“You have come.”
It was a dream in which the crimson Evil God floated above the lake where the Moon should have been.
“I gladly welcome your visit.”
“I do not know why you keep summoning someone as lowly as me.”
“Because you saw me.”
“A grave sin indeed….”
She had taken into her eyes something she should never have beheld.
“I should not have let it steal my gaze.”
For a moment, she had been entranced by its splendor. Perhaps those blood-red wings had been too vivid for eyes accustomed to white. Perhaps the golden blood flowing with elegant grace from that shattered head had been beautiful.
‘If I had been a more perfect being, could this have been avoided?’
Since first encountering the Evil God, the Bishop had met him again many times. It happened while she slept, and whenever she went to see the Moon, she always found him there. As the Bishop, she could not simply disregard the order’s rules. It was a truly difficult predicament.
The Bishop asked once more the question she had been asking all this time. Meaninglessly, like casting a mere pebble into a vast lake.
“What do you want from me?”
“I wish to see you enraged.”
“…That will not be easy.”
Even when the Saintess she had raised as her most precious child reached the end of Mystery, all she had done was despair. She had spent half her life as the Bishop of the Moon Church. She might know how to break or…