The Medical Department people fought to create more work.
Black robes, white hair, demon horns like Satan's—if she wasn't mistaken, those were the traits of the Confessors. Ancient and mysterious, they were most famous for their savagery. The last she had heard, the Confessors had become Theresis's hounds.
A savage Confessor working as a battlefield doctor.
There was something indescribably strange about it.
"Codename: Shining." Shining politely exchanged names with Ceylon, and Ceylon returned the courtesy. Yet she remained somewhat dazed, still suffering from the shock.
"Liz is waiting for me."
Shining rose to her feet. Seemingly noticing Ceylon's unease, she thoughtfully took the initiative to leave.
"Was I being improper?"
Ceylon muttered to herself. After she said that, Ansel laughed again.
"There aren't many formalities here. You don't need to act as though this were diplomacy," Ansel reminded her. "The people here are your colleagues. In the future, you may very well entrust your life to them. Excessive courtesy feels more like a barrier."
"I'll remember that."
Ceylon nodded, immediately sensing how different Rhodes Island was from home.
She truly remembered it. She was not merely humoring him.
Ceylon glanced inside. Before the door closed, she saw a wheelchair, pale golden hair spilling down from it, and jet-black horns.
That was another Sarkaz.
"You saw her?" Ansel asked.
"That was Liz?" After receiving confirmation, she nodded and murmured in a voice only she could hear, "She looks just like an exquisite porcelain doll."
A Confessor and a frail Sarkaz woman—both of them looked like the sort of people with stories to tell.
Looking more closely, Ceylon realized that everyone on Rhodes Island had more or less a story of their own. Here, she was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, becoming part of the whole.
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