"Wait, I forgot to ask Arrodes how to find Will Auceptin."
"Hmm... Never mind. I probably wouldn't have found him even if I'd asked. Maybe the fact that I forgot about the question was itself interference that Will Auceptin had foreseen."
As he muttered to himself, the doorbell downstairs suddenly rang.
He went to the window and looked down. By chance, he met Emlyn's eyes as Emlyn looked up at him, as if he'd sensed someone watching.
"What are you doing here?" he blurted out.
Downstairs, Emlyn stood in front of the door, his face blank for a moment as if he hadn't heard. He froze, then shouted up at him:
"Open the door already!"
He shrugged, pulled his head back inside, and went downstairs to open the door without hurrying.
Emlyn hurriedly stepped one foot inside, then seemed to think of something unpleasant and quickly pulled it back out.
His face sour, he said with forced restraint:
"Father Utravsky wants you to visit Harvest Cathedral sometime in the next few days."
Cyril glanced at the foot Emlyn had pulled back and asked, puzzled, "Is my floor hot?"
"Also, how did you know where I live? What does Father Utravsky want with me?"
Emlyn curled his lip in disdain. "Who knows what someone as twisted as you might have set up inside? For the sake of my life, freedom, and safety, it's better to keep my distance."
"As for your address, Father Utravsky told me. And you'll find out what he wants when you go to the church."
After a brief pause, he added, "You'd better hurry. I think he's a little dangerous right now."
"Wouldn't you be happy if he were in danger?" Cyril asked curiously.
Emlyn's face visibly darkened.
"He's only becoming dangerous. But I'm the one who