"Come with me."
Nimrod looked solemn as he called for Mr. Z, who seemed never to rest.
Mr. Z walked down the corridor with Nimrod. Noticing his unusually hurried pace, he felt puzzled and asked bluntly:
"What's wrong? You seem... somewhat impatient tonight."
Mr. Z turned his gaze to Nimrod's hand, looking at the lantern he held with reverence and excitement.
At that moment, a flickering flame burned inside the Shadow Lantern, filling Mr. Z with... a shock that reached deep into his soul.
Simply looking at the flame inside the lantern left him almost certain that this was a blessing from the Lord. He even suspected that the flame was the Lord's spirit itself. Yet Mr. Z did not dare believe his own conjecture, for presuming to speculate about the Lord was disrespectful and blasphemous.
Nimrod glanced at Mr. Z.
"The Lord's divine child has appeared in Tingen City."
Mr. Z immediately fell silent. After a moment, unable to contain his emotions, he spoke in an exceptionally excited, ringing voice:
"What did you say? The Lord's divine child has returned... has the lady carrying the Lord returned to Tingen? O Lord, this must be the chance You have granted me to atone for my sins. I shall not fail Your trust-when are we going to welcome the divine child's advent?"
Nimrod looked at Mr. Z.
Mr. Z said, "...We are going to welcome the divine child's advent, aren't we?"
"No. We are going to reclaim the Lord's divinity. To put it plainly, we need to help Lady Megose remove the 'divine child' about to be born."
Nimrod rubbed his forehead. "And it isn't 'we.' You need to stay here."
Mr. Z's brows knitted together at once. "With all due respect..."
"And you were right. Inside this lantern is a