“I frantically researched forbidden sorcery. Wondering if there might be even the slightest possibility to bring my son back… However, if it’s before making the ‘contract’, maybe, but once it’s made, there’s absolutely no way. From then on, the party who made the contract becomes half-belonging to Omeros’s world.”
“In other words, interference is impossible with the laws of this world…?”
“That’s exactly it. In fact, the undead-like regenerative ability possessed by the Dark Church is also because of this. They are, in a sense, half-stepped away from the laws of this world called ‘life and death’.”
It was a statement filled with strong conviction. As if not allowing even a hint of rebuttal.
It couldn’t be helped. What wouldn’t a father do to save his son? Nevertheless, if there was no answer, it had to be seen that there really wasn’t one.
My lips were drying up parched. While I swallowed dryly, Archbishop Aindel exhaled a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was drawn toward the window outside as if pulled by a magnet once again.
“It’s a matter from long ago. Still, it seems the wound from that day has healed a lot now. However, there’s one thing I’m curious about….”
My eyes, which had been recalling the pessimistic outlook, subtly turned toward Archbishop Aindel.…