"A guest?"
Emlyn sounded puzzled, but he still followed Father Utravsky deeper into the church.
Who could possibly want to see me?
Could one of the Sanguine have discovered that I'm here?
Emlyn's heart lurched. He hurried after Father Utravsky, moving swiftly down the corridor with obvious urgency.
Without a doubt, Emlyn had a very clear understanding of his own social circle. Unless his dolls had come to life, no one other than his parents should have come looking for him.
But his parents already knew he was here. Although they could not quite understand his carefully considered decision to believe in the Mother Goddess, they still supported his freedom of faith.
And he had already accidentally let things about the Mother Goddess slip several times at Sanguine gatherings. Could some of them have discovered he was doing volunteer work here and come to laugh at him?!
That was entirely possible. After all, he had only just become the "Savior" personally appointed by the Progenitor!
That bastard must have leaked it!
At the thought, even Emlyn's gait grew awkward. Still, he merely exhaled and continued forward somewhat stiffly.
Yet the person he saw was none of those he had imagined, but a young man with black hair and black eyes.
"Hello."
The black-haired, black-eyed young man greeted Emlyn with a relaxed smile. Then he nodded lightly, rolled a monocle between his fingertips for a moment, and put it on.
For some reason, Emlyn White felt a chill rise within him. He instinctively looked toward Father Utravsky beside him, silently asking who this visitor was.
"Forgotten who I am?"
Nimrod smiled. At some point, he had removed the monocle, but a white mask suddenly appeared in his hand.
He pressed the mask over his face, and his features swiftly changed:
It