Medici's Sigh

"Was Mr. Temperance always this direct... Hmm, he had seemed rather restless ever since entering the church..." Audrey thought to herself. "He seemed to dislike the atmosphere here..."

Immediately afterward, she felt a tugging force.

When she turned her head, she saw Luther's eyes glowing with blazing gold. Grabbing her arm and the arm of The World on his other side, he leaped into the ascetic Snowman's dream.

Whoosh!

The scenery before her eyes shifted rapidly. Countless bizarre images flashed past in succession before finally settling into a hazy world.

"So this is what a dream looks like..."

Audrey, entering another person's dream for the first time, looked around curiously and murmured softly. This world was not particularly large, and its outskirts were filled with grayish void. Even the central scene appeared pale and unreal.

The main setting of the dream was also a church—a supremely magnificent church.

Thick, ancient stone pillars supported a towering dome, while the hall was vast to an exaggerated degree. The entrance was so enormous that even giants passing through it would find it overly wide.

The three of them entered through the doors.

They saw countless candles burning in silver cups along both sides of the church's main aisle, bathing everything in warm light.

The altar at the very front was grand and majestic, with a grayish-white cross standing upon it and a statue carrying a cross.

Luther stared coldly at the altar.

Rows of pews filled the hall, varying in size. The rearmost seats were large enough for giants, while those at the front were suited to ordinary humans. Although all the seats were currently empty, one could imagine how magnificent it must have been in the glorious age, when every race gathered here to pray to the statue upon the altar.

And