Stibnite, Leipzig.
While Iver was still choosing a trait in the Theocracy, Miss Aleister, who had been leaning back with her eyes closed in a soft sofa chair, suddenly underwent a change.
Her body rapidly lost its color, gradually petrifying until it became a gray-white stone statue.
Lily appeared in the room almost instantly.
"What happened?"
She stared in shock at the petrified Aleister on the sofa, her unease rising to its peak. "This... could it be..."
"—There's no need to worry, little maid."
Suddenly, a deep and hoarse voice rang out.
Lily turned around and saw a pitch-black crow standing quietly atop the coat rack like a decoration.
It opened its dangerous scarlet eyes and looked at Lily. "She merely returned to the place where she ought to be. That's a good thing."
"Miss Aleister... the place where she ought to be..."
Lily murmured under her breath, then suddenly realized. "Could it be... she has already—"
"That's right. They have fused once more. This Child of the Moon's body was missing its soul, so it naturally turned into a stone statue. Just like every Child of the Moon who has died."
The Night Demon Viennes answered in this manner.
Upon hearing this, Lily smiled excitedly. "Finally... is Young Master Iver going to return?"
To Lily, neither the separate "Pope Iver" nor "Miss Aleister" was the familiar "Young Master Iver."
The person who would take her to university, fulfill her wish to study, help her obtain supernatural powers... take her through her promotion, and help her complete her revenge.
Her benefactor.
If she were merely "Lily," there was nothing she could have done. She might even have been killed by that man before she could take revenge.
It was precisely because of Iver that she had survived and reached where