Shadows churned outside, and the pure white realm of deathly silence gradually faded.
With a sigh, the old Medium put his monocle back on. He touched the pure white space around him, carefully sensing its changes, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers-
Snap!
A white warhorse pulled a pure white carriage through the layers of mist amid the murmurs of countless departed souls. The shadows retreated once more.
The carriage door slowly opened, and invisible steps extended to the old Medium's feet.
The old Medium climbed up, one step at a time.
Just before he entered the carriage, the old Medium spoke softly, in a voice only he could hear.
"Arthur, remember what Grandpa told you."
With that, the old Medium entered the carriage.
The carriage door slowly closed.
The next moment, the white warhorse pulled the pure white carriage across the shadowed land, splitting the darkness in two like a pure white sword. Countless souls who had perished in the shadows followed close behind, instinctively pursuing their new king's carriage.
Old Charlie sat expressionless inside the carriage.
He did not dwell on it.
Nor did he think it through.
Above all, he could not feel even a trace of guilt.
To deceive Them, he had to make himself like Them.
The jolting carriage woke Arthur from his dream.
He let out a huge yawn and raised a hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"Hunter!"
Seeing that Arthur had been jolted awake, Simon immediately frowned, slapped the carriage hard, and shouted.
"Officer Simon, it's not my fault! I've been as careful as I can. It's too dark, and this road is just terrible-those damned bastards! The Count allocates funds every year!"
Hunter looked thoroughly aggrieved.
Simon was displeased by the way he