After a little thought, Luther decided to keep the Quill of Alzuhod for himself.
Hmm?
Wasn't he going to return it to the Church?
Of course not. The Church had tasked him with killing Ince Zangwill, not recovering that quill. Besides, once he completed the mission and received the Trinity Templar characteristic and formula, he planned to leave the Church. There was even less reason to answer to them.
By the time he returned to reality from the tide, the sky was gradually darkening.
Luther looked out the window. Lights had already come on in the direction of the Imperial Palace, and the clock in his room had reached six thirty.
Knock, knock.
Just then, a soft knock came from outside the door.
Whoosh.
Luther raised a hand and pointed. The shadow beneath him stretched over, wrapping around the door handle like a viscous liquid. It pressed down gently and opened the door for him.
Standing behind it was none other than Klein, disguised as Gehrman Sparrow.
"Huh?" He paused briefly when he saw that a shadow had opened the door for him, then quickly entered the room and turned to shut it.
"How did it go?"
Klein looked at Luther and asked quietly.
Although he had already seen Ince Zangwill's severed head, he still wanted to hear Luther confirm it himself.
"He's dead for good."
Luther answered, reaching into his own body and rummaging around before pulling out the head, its eyes still open in death. "His characteristic has already separated out."
"..."
Klein looked at that pain-filled face and remained silent.
After a moment, he let out a long breath and sank back into a chair in the room. His spirituality as a Seer immediately told him that the man was utterly dead.
"Want to try divining?"
Luther