After flashing several times, Cyril stopped at the entrance to a quiet street.
He had used up all the Flashes he'd recorded.
Gray-white mist surged into view again. The Fool, high above the Gray Fog, turned his gaze toward him.
"There was a very beautiful woman standing beside you just now."
At the same time, an image surfaced in his mind: back at the Odra estate, Clarice had stood not far from him, dressed in a black court gown, her dark gray eyes bright as she gazed at him in silence.
Cyril nodded, not particularly surprised. He'd already suspected as much when those vampire bats had spontaneously burst into Black Flame.
Once the image faded, he looked around before asking, "Didn't she follow me?"
Klein's voice hesitated before sounding in his ear.
"No. Probably... you flashed away too quickly."
"What was the oracle that Sanguine Demigod mentioned? And why did you suddenly go cause a scene among the Sanguine? That doesn't seem like your style."
"Then what is my style?" Before the other could answer, he continued on his own.
A Scribe had to leave Backlund to act out his role. To prevent anything similar from happening again and affecting my family, I need to make my position clear before I leave.
"To maintain our relationship, the Sanguine might even leave a couple of free bodyguards near my home."
"As for the oracle, it wasn't an oracle from their Progenitor at all. Still, they didn't mind making use of it."
After a brief silence, Klein continued, "When are you planning to leave Backlund, and where will you go to digest the Potions?"
Cyril thought it over before replying, "Sometime this week. Before I leave, I need to go and take everything from the tomb Amon left behind."
"As for where...