This World Is Seriously Ill

Several days later, a Christmas e-card featuring a black cat was sent to Kevin's database.

The address was the newly built orphanage located on the site of the former Salem Town in America. When he opened it, a holographic projection appeared before his eyes.

Maria, who had gone there on a "pilgrimage," had clearly grown accustomed to her new life. She was leading a group of children as they busily decorated the place for Christmas Eve.

The brightly lit Christmas tree in the hall was a riot of colors, while the bulging red stockings were each labeled with a different child's name.

Some of the little ones were not only diligently cleaning their own bedrooms, but also excitedly sticking decorative snowflakes, reindeer, Santa Clauses, and other stickers onto the windows and walls, adding to the festive cheer.

The other children carried ingredients into the spotless kitchen to help. Abigail, the newest member in charge of making pancakes, happily sang a nursery rhyme, and the others could not help humming along.

"Making pancakes with the black cat, meow~"

"Put the black cat on the pancake, meow~"

"The black cat pancake is ready, black cat pancake~~ meow meow~~"

The song was cheerful and full of childish innocence, but its dark theme of turning a "black cat into pancakes" seemed more fitting for Halloween.

Still, it was obvious that Maria's smile this time was more relaxed and at ease. She suited her current life very well.

Kevin chuckled and shook his head, storing the card in his database as a keepsake for the future.

After briefly soothing his mood, the man threw himself back into work.

The first matter to resolve was still the resettlement of Yharnam.

To be honest, Kevin did not trust Master Willem, who currently controlled Yharnam, or Queen Annalise,