I sprinted across the ruins at full speed. The place I arrived at was originally the Grand Cathedral of the Holy See, but now it was a wide open space with only remnants of walls and pillars.
There, the Sacred Word Army was present.
“That, that person is…!”
“Look over there! It’s the Saintess!”
“Her Holiness the Saintess has arrived!”
“Ailette…!”
The joy of my safe return and reunion was not my priority at the moment.
“Where is Terry?”
I asked, scanning the faces of everyone surrounding me.
Thesilid’s face was nowhere to be seen. Instead, beyond them, I saw a massive black rift.
It was torn horizontally, looking as if it were grinning like a monster’s maw.
Once again, I felt an ominous premonition. Unbearably so.
Would I figure out the answer myself first, or would I hear it from them?
“That is…”
By a narrow margin, the latter came first. Marquis Lecandro spoke up.
“His Highness the Prince entered the rift alone.”
“…Terry went in there alone? Is that true?”
“Yes. At the time, due to the influence of corruption, he looked a…