Mrs. Harper had referred to him as "that young man," not as the Seventh Apostle or anything of the sort.
At a time like this, that was bound to feel a little strange.
As the subject of their discussion, Fu Qian naturally didn't mind. He was more intrigued by the old woman's choice of words.
"I don't know. He was a quiet sort, and didn't say much about himself... After he disappeared for a while and came back, he became even quieter. And, of course, more polite."
Mrs. Harper's answer to the Witch's question was further proof that this wasn't just a misunderstanding.
From what Fu Qian had learned earlier, as far back as the time when the stars fell, an organization had already claimed responsibility for the death of the first tenant, a young man named Anke.
So the accepted story was that the more polite young man who came later wasn't the original at all. He was the Great Dark Moon's Seventh Apostle, taking human form to bring salvation to all.
Mrs. Harper's account, though, clearly treated the two as one and the same.
"Oh? I wouldn't have thought you could call them the same person. Their habits are so alike, too?"
The Witch had clearly noticed it as well. She didn't even hesitate to point it out, and seemed all the more engrossed in the discussion.
"Wasn't the one who lived here afterward supposedly the Dark Moon's most cherished Divine Son?"
Unfortunately, she clearly had little reverence for the Apostles, and her tone was almost too casual to disturb the relaxed atmosphere of their conversation. Though that choice of words...
"Heh. I don't care what the rest of you think. I've lived a long time. I've seen a lot of people."
As expected, Mrs. Harper's eagerness to