Roselle's good mood did not last long. After putting away the four bullets, all his worries rose to the surface again, leaving him looking deeply preoccupied.
Charlotte glanced at him and finally could not help asking:
"What trouble have you run into?"
"It's nothing, really..." Roselle answered instinctively, then nodded under her unwavering gaze. "After what happened at the Grand Theater that day, I completely digested the Savant potion and submitted a special application to the Church of the Artisan, just as you suggested."
"Didn't you say you still needed one last opportunity? How did watching a play with me let you digest it completely?" Charlotte muttered, then pressed, "Has the Machinery Hivemind answered you?"
"Yes. Captain Dante said a senior deacon of the Church would come to Sushit this week to review me in person. If I pass, I might have a chance to advance to Sequence 8."
Seeing the puzzled look on Charlotte's face that said, "Isn't that a good thing?" Roselle sighed softly and added:
"I'm worried that the senior deacon will put obstacles in my way during the review because I'm not a full member yet, and I've completely mastered my powers only a few months after taking the potion."
At this, Charlotte smiled. She leaned back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said:
"You haven't done anything illegal, you haven't secretly contacted any suspicious organizations, and you're certainly not a believer in an evil god. What is there to worry about? The new textile machine design and the invention of the revolver alone should be enough for the Church of the Artisan to put you on its list of people to cultivate."
*That's because you don't know that the soul of the person sitting in front of you came from another world, experienced the