Atop the clock tower, Metatron told Yuan Shikai and Jeanne d'Arc the story of her life.
As the being closest to the Lord, she had spent her entire life listening to His teachings.
Whenever the Lord assigned a task, He would usually provide the appropriate guidance.
Metatron had always carried out her duties diligently, never daring to neglect them in the slightest, because the Lord could never be wrong.
Yet this time, the Lord had given her a task without offering a single hint.
Metatron had thought this was a sign of the Lord's trust, proof that she could handle things on her own.
Only now did she realize how terribly mistaken she had been. She had even gotten the objective wrong.
Metatron should not have been so fragile, but perhaps it was because she was possessing Jeanne d'Arc, or perhaps there was some other reason.
For the first time ever, Metatron actually poured out her troubles to Yuan Shikai and Jeanne d'Arc.
Metatron lay across the throne with one hand resting over her face, covering her eyes.
Metatron murmured to herself, "Perhaps I really am too lost. To think I would pour my heart out about something like this-and to a human and a clone, of all people."
On the way back, the Cherub led Yuan Shikai and Jeanne d'Arc to their room.
The Cherub said, "Thank you. I can tell Lady Metatron is feeling much better."
Yuan Shikai said, "We didn't really do anything."
The Cherub said, "Sometimes you don't need to do anything. Simply being there is enough."
At the end of the corridor, the Cherub stopped before an ornate door.
Opening it, the Cherub said, "Please rest here tonight, both of you."
There was no one else in the empty room.
Yuan Shikai asked, "Where are