Ordinary Love: Drifting Through the Galaxy

Ordinary Love ⑦ · Drifting Through the Galaxy

[Part ① · She Wasn't Listening at All]

"Everything's all right now, Margaret." I comforted my fiancée, our hands clasped tightly together.

The rings were still there, clinking against each other, almost inseparable.

Setting aside those terrifying, uncanny memories, at least I knew—

—Margaret and I seemed to have no chance of going back anymore.

So many people had died in New Sider. They couldn't all be blamed on Miss Yilan and Father Kevin. Even if the marshals believed witchcraft was to blame, would Margaret and I get off lightly?

I was a man who'd been crushed into eight pieces by a train, yet had come back to life.

Margaret was a woman who'd been hacked into sixteen pieces and used as a blood sacrifice in a witchcraft ritual, yet had come back to life.

We no longer belonged to human society. We'd long since stepped into the darkness.

"What about Yilan?" Margaret asked about her little friend. Whenever she brought up Miss Yilan, she seemed torn—Yilan wanted to kill everyone, and she'd heard plenty of wicked teachings from Kevin Richard.

The true culprit behind it all was an old priest from St. Stephen's Cathedral.

This clergyman, named Kevin Richard, came from the US–Mexico border and seemed to have lived for a very, very long time. When I was a child, Father Kevin had already been working at St. Stephen's Cathedral. He seemed never to grow old.

"And there's Roger, too!" Margaret was anxious and wary. She'd also seen the photographs of the documents in the second-floor study.

Only three participants in this bloody sacrifice remained.

No—in that very moment, Miss Yilan came home.

The young nurse opened the door on tiptoe. I made up my mind at once: it was time