Finding a Place to Stay

Luther left Saint Samuel Cathedral, crossed several streets, and arrived at a square.

He sat down on a bench in the square, produced a piece of bread from nowhere, crumbled it up, and tossed the crumbs out bit by bit to feed the pigeons. Luna lay in ambush within the shadow beneath his feet, with only her head exposed. Her azure eyes gleamed as she stared fixedly at the flock swooping down to peck at the food.

"Don't mess around. You're already a Beyonder cat. Bullying a flock of pigeons isn't appropriate."

Luther reminded her.

At the same time, M's transparent figure silently appeared behind him, inserting her illusory hands into his head.

"Not belonging to this era..."

Luther softly recited the Honorific Name.

The other passersby merely saw his lips moving. They assumed this gentleman in a red shirt and black formal suit was communicating with the pigeons, unaware that he was actually contacting a hidden existence.

"Respected Mr. Fool,"

With the help of the Virtual Personality created by M, Luther quietly said to the existence Above the Gray Fog, "Please inform [Justice] that I wish to ask whether there are any properties left among those I previously handed over to her for sale. If there are, I hope she can reserve one for me."

The so-called properties Luther referred to were actually the deeds he had previously seized from Mr. A. Since it was inconvenient to sell them while keeping them in his own hands, he had mortgaged all of them to [Justice] in exchange for her investment in the textile mill.

Now that he had returned to Backlund, he needed a place to live. Since he had already declined the Church's arrangements, he could only put some effort into finding one himself.

In his field of vision,