"What a marvelous dream. I dreamed not only of the music, but even of its name." Uriel turned his head and looked at the summer morning sun gradually growing dazzling outside. He murmured, "Was it you? Did you bring this music?"
Only after staring blankly for a long while did Uriel slowly get out of bed.
Butler Cha had said last night that he would come by during the day. It would not do for him to see Uriel still lazing in bed...
Uriel got up and even deliberately straightened his blankets.
Yet as he tidied them, he suddenly froze. Why did I suddenly start caring about what others thought?
Ever since his partner had died, Uriel had moved here and lived each day in a drunken stupor, wasting away. He had not cared about anyone else's opinion, wanting only to numb his memories with alcohol and stumble muddleheadedly toward the end.
He had grown used to that decadent life. Trying to pull himself together again was already very difficult.
Falling was easy; reaching shore was hard.
By his usual habits, Uriel would have done the same as always today: get up, listen to prayer music, mock himself, buy alcohol, live drunk, and dream of death.
Yet for some reason, Uriel suddenly did not want to do any of those things today.
He even felt faintly sick of those dispiriting matters.
It was as though, overnight, more than half the gloom accumulated in his heart had been swept away.
Why had this happened?
Uriel pondered for a long time. In the end, he attributed the reason to... the "Black Sheep Confession Song."
"Do you disapprove of how I live now? Are you warning me through music? Washing away all my sins?"
Uriel let out a long sigh, then went to