Reeds scatter to take root. Beasts kill to satiate their hunger. Every action generally serves a purpose, even if it's just a game by some bored Evil God… there is a purpose… such as seeking amusement.
So then, what exactly is the mastermind planning to do after going to such lengths to turn this place into an inescapable Birdcage?
Angel turned back, gazing toward the vague silhouettes of buildings in the distant Gust Town.
“Is there any meaning to that place?”
As night slowly took over the fabric of daylight, scattering stars across the sky.
In the tranquil darkness, Alex, holding the Holy Scripture, read it word by word. After he earnestly and firmly finished reading the Holy Scripture, Father Berengar on the opposite side curved his lips into a pleased smile.
“Your words are now imbued with the power of the divine. I believe that when you become a Priest, you will surely bring the Father God's gospel to the suffering masses.”
In the dim light of the oil lamp, Berengar's smile was somewhat distorted by the play of light and shadow.
Alex, as if not noticing at all, stood up and respectfully bowed, “Father God above.”
When Alex raised his head again, Father Berengar had disappeared, replaced by a dark figure who let out a sinister laugh and slowly extended a hand from the darkness.
The hand broke through the shackles of darkness, turning into a pale and delicate one, most notable for its vivid purple nails.
“Come, hold my hand, and fall into the Abyss together…” the eerie voice whispered like a breeze past Alex's ear.
Alex's face remained expressionless, with no reaction, and he didn't reach out to grab the hand.
A few seconds later, the vision abruptly vanished, and Alex returned from the darkness to the dimly lit cottage. However, there was still a hand in front of him, but this hand was covered with old, wrinkled skin.
Father Berengar extended his hand, touching Alex's white half-length hair, “What are you daydreaming about?”
“Not at all, I was just contemplating the content of the Holy Scripture, which has given me new insights,” Alex lied without a change in expression.
Father Berengar, not detecting any deceit, even nodded contentedly, “Keeping the Holy Scripture in your heart at all times is the basic cultivation of a Priest, you're doing very well.”
After finishing, Berengar's eyes fell on Alex's white hair, envying, “The Holy Scripture records that the Father God was born with white hair. Your hair is also so pure and white, without a single impurity. Perhaps it truly is the Father God's blessing. I believe you will become an outstanding Priest.”
Alex nodded, “That is my wish.”
With a satisfied and content smile, Berengar left Alex's room.
After Berengar's departure, Alex fell into deep thought, his eyes flickering continuously. It wasn't until half an hour later that Berengar's ears twitched, and he turned to look outside the window.
Somehow, a dark shadow now stood visible through the white window paper.
“Is it Nun Tessa?”
No one answered.
Alex hesitated for a moment, “Mr. Pat?”
The window opened in response, revealing Angel's face.
After Angel stepped into the room and saw Alex still maintaining his composure, he commented, “You don't seem surprised by my appearance?”
Alex calmly looked at Angel and responded with a question, “Every moment, big and small things happen, so I am never surprised by any visitor at any time.”
After a pause, Alex said, “Rather than that, I am more curious to know, Mr. Pat, why aren't you dead?”