The old friend the Lady of the Sanctuary spoke of clearly wasn't that elegant vampire. She meant Olyntel.
It was obvious that the Sanctuary had already reached a consensus about who I was.
Their reaction just now had only strengthened that belief.
The end result was that I was going to be taken to the church in the western district.
That was why I didn't want to waste any time.
Dark Moon had taken time straight to night, which meant the vampires' gathering was about to begin.
Knowing those people's style, I was sure they wouldn't cancel it.
The Order obviously wasn't going to let me go, and an invitation to join the Sanctuary was pure fantasy.
For now, the only thing they could do was take me into custody to keep the news of what had just happened from getting out, then use me as their most important lab rat to get to the bottom of things.
For instance, whether I was impersonating Herbert.
The person most likely to prove that Herbert and I were one and the same was Olyntel, who had met me twice before.
He was at the church in the western district.
So as long as I was vague about my identity, and given the solid groundwork I'd laid while posing as Herbert, there was a very good chance they would take me to the gathering place.
Go with the flow. Keep things cordial.
As it turned out, the Order was as cooperative as ever.
"Shall we set out now?"
Ignoring the Lady of the Sanctuary, I looked at Fivell and once again showed an extraordinary eagerness to walk straight into a trap.
"...Let's go."
Fivell seemed fairly confident in his own judgment, but I was simply too eager.
He hesitated for only