“Mrs. Connie, I know the sorrow in your heart from losing your son. Speaking out the knots in your heart might make you feel a little better,” Alex said as he led Connie toward the confessional on the side of the church.
Due to the death of her son, Connie was like a soul lost, staggering after Alex.
The confessional, which was originally built with crimson wood, had slowly shed its red paint over time to reveal the dark wood beneath. The alternating red and black gave the illusion of dripping blood.
Connie entered the confessional, eager to divulge the anguish within her.
Alex sat on the other side, listening quietly.
Knight Raven, a member of the town's Knight corps, frequently patrolled Gust Town. Alex had seen him once, a very sunny youth.
However, Knight Raven was dead now, and they couldn't even find his entire body.
Only a head remained.
It was discovered hanging on the pier of a stone bridge ten kilometers out of town, on the road leading to the Holy City.
This was obviously an unnatural death.
Yet Knight Raven was not the first to die an unnatural death in the town. Since Bertrand brought Alex to Gust Town three years ago, according to Alex's count, this was the seventeenth such case.
Each victim was found with only their head, their bodies all vanished.
To this day, this string of bizarre cases remained unsolved, and no one knew who the perpetrator was.
It could be said to be a great shadow haunting the entirety of Gust Town.
After Mrs. Connie finished expressing the helplessness and sorrow in her heart, Alex lit a blessing candle for her and spoke a few comforting words, then escorted Mrs. Connie out of the church.
As Mrs. Connie was about to leave, Alex asked her, “Miss Fanni's birthday is coming up soon, isn't it?”
Connie paused, “I'm not familiar with Fanni. I don't know, but Raven seemed to have mentioned it before, indeed. Why do you ask this question?”
Alex smiled, “Just asking, it has no other meaning.”
After seeing off Connie, Alex returned to the interior of the church. He pushed open the door to the confessional and entered.
Sitting quietly inside, he pondered some questions.
After an indeterminate time, Alex suddenly lifted his head and looked toward a certain direction above, “I don't know why Father Bertrand, as well as Mrs. Connie, can't see you.”
“But I can see you.”
“I really want to know, having followed me all day, what do you want? And who exactly are you?”
There appeared to be nothing where Alex was looking.
However, if one were to look from Alex's own perspective, one would see a golden-haired youth floating there, appearing to be about the same age as himself.