Edward was also curious about Adam's "arrangement" for Medici to become Priscilla's spirit-why had he made a different choice from the original novel?
As Edward had just thought, Medici played only a "symbolic" role in his script. Why had he suddenly taken control of him?
"When are you planning to ask him?"
Audrey asked then.
"No time like the present. Today."
"All right. Be careful~"
Toward evening.
As a streak of orange-red sunset sank into the west, the world abruptly darkened. Only the crimson moonlight shone through the thin mist onto Backlund.
When Edward arrived at Priscilla's home, she had put on her black outfit again and was heading out with a shovel over her shoulder. She had clearly begun acting as a Gravedigger.
Before she even noticed Edward, Medici, dressed in bloodstained black armor, emerged from the Underworld Gate mark on her forehead. Folding his arms, he complained, "Brat, did you tell that kid about your 'sleepwalking'?"
Priscilla froze, only then noticing Edward. "Edward~ You're here."
Edward greeted her with a smile, then turned to Medici. "Good evening, Your Excellency Medici."
"There's nothing good about it!"
Medici was fuming.
"Uh, although you're now bound to Priscilla, surely this is still better than being sealed in that underground palace where you never saw the light of day."
Before Medici spoke, a mouth grew on his left cheek. "I'd rather go back!"
"Why?"
The corner of Medici's eye twitched. "Ask this girl."
Priscilla looked innocent. "Ask me what?"
The mouth on Medici's cheek said,
"Every night before bed, this girl makes us tell her stories before she'll fall asleep!"
Another mouth grew on his other cheek. "And when we do, she doesn't like listening!"
Priscilla immediately planted her hands on her hips and huffed, "Because what you told me before