Of course we were leaving together. This final leg had only just begun.
As I'd said before, no matter how confident the Old Man was, he had almost no chance of succeeding like this. Otherwise, the Warehouse wouldn't have sent me here.
The one thing to be glad about was that my offhand bit of nonsense had gotten the Old Man to share an interesting story from the past.
It made sense that, because of a certain "successful case," the organization had taken special measures that affected the running of this place.
Of course, Fu Qian understood that this "successful case" wasn't Katon himself.
Even the recruiter had been buried in the ground. What chance did the rest have of learning about his awakening? The "case" actually referred to the pendant's owner—the person in my possession.
That's right. Although I wasn't sure what the "Unjust" were pursuing, a group of people with such peculiar beliefs could easily read too much into someone going missing.
Could disappearing be a kind of transcendence to them?
Shattering the void, ascending to heaven with a single thought?
Especially when the person in question had been a high priest–like figure capable of recruiting new members.
And they'd just finished sharing the flesh of a fellow believer.
In any case, after Katon left this place, Fu Qian was more inclined to think that everything the "Unjust" did afterward was an attempt to follow in the footsteps of the man who'd been buried.
But why had this particular hotel been affected? Wasn't that a little too coincidental?
It was quite a coincidence, but there might have been a reason. Katon had said earlier that on that night, he hadn't just left Mr. Dawkins's strange behavior alone—he'd even given him a little help in the opposite direction.
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