Shade's Anxiety

As the sun set, the Great Fog that had shrouded Middhir Fort City for three full days grew even thicker.

In a somewhat poor mood, Shade left Earl of Darak of Campbell's residence with Priest Augustus, leaving only the grieving Old Butler behind to clean up the aftermath.

After the Nail was removed, those blurred memories would gradually return. The Church should also be able to determine from Sikar Mountain's next abnormal changes that the third Nail had vanished. As for Shade and Priest Augustus, no one would know they had ever come here.

Walking through the dense fog along the street, Shade lowered his head to look at the Rhodes Card in his hand, Ancient Fairy Tales Princess:

"Priest, do matters of life and death always make people sad? I have no connection to that Earl, but I still feel sorrow over his passing."

"That is perfectly normal, young man. I have witnessed countless partings and deaths in my life; there have simply been too many such things. Though many people have said it before, I must still emphasize this: since we are alive, we should cherish the time we have and leave no regrets for ourselves."

The priest rubbed his pipe. Shade nodded, solemnly adding the card in his hand to his deck and using the Thaumaturgy Cherished Item to assimilate it into the deck as well:

"Speaking of which, Priest, back in the Earl's study, I signaled to you with my eyes that I wanted to play Rhodes Cards with the Earl. How did you interpret that look?"

Shade still remembered it. The Old Priest smiled.

"Your meaning was very easy to understand—before sending the Earl off, I was supposed to obtain Rhodes Cards from him to satisfy my Rhodes Card collecting obsession. See? Wasn't my guess