"You-no, how did the Roger you're impersonating get involved with Madam Pualis as well?" Lumian asked in surprise. "Does that mean you've been keeping an eye on Louis Lund all along, too?"
Nimrod answered with a smile, "Perhaps you'll hear news of Louis Lund before long. You've been making quite a stir in the Market District lately. Unless something unexpected happens, Madam Pualis will probably send 'Roger' to shelter Louis-
"Lund."
"All right."
After saying that, Lumian hesitated, but still voiced the question on his mind. "Godfather, have you been looking into my sister's affairs all this time? Don't you need to make plans of your own, like other higher beings?"
It had already been over a month since Lumian escaped the nightmare of Cordu Village and came to Trier.
During that time, Lumian had met many people, both ordinary people and Beyonders, from Charlie, who could count as his friend, to the powerful Mr. K, and then Madam Magician, who seemed well acquainted with his godfather-
Apart from Charlie, who truly was an unlucky fellow caught up in all this, both Mr. K and Madam Magician seemed to carry some powerful sense of "mission."
His godfather was the same. He-Lumian didn't know whether he should refer to his godfather as a man or a god, but he preferred to think of him as a man.
Because although his godfather had a clear goal of his own, beyond that mission, Lumian sensed something unlike what those great beings possessed-warmth.
Lumian couldn't explain exactly what made that "warmth" different, but he believed his godfather was different from other higher beings.
Lumian was exceptionally sensitive to other people's feelings. Whether it was the selfish people desperate to survive whom he had encountered during his days as a vagabond, or his sister's genuine