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On the third floor of the house, Klein once again woke from a dream because of his spiritual intuition, wishing he could drag the intruder who had interrupted his sleep over and feed him to Creeping Hunger.
This time, he opened the iron cigarette case outright and released his Wraith marionette.
Seniol's figure, dressed in a dark red coat, first entered the full-length mirror, then jumped to the glass of the bay window in the valet's room.
"He" watched Richardson and saw the valet turn over and sit up, looking toward the door in fear and nervousness.
The door opened soundlessly, and a figure slipped inside.
Under the crimson moonlight, the intruder revealed brownish-yellow skin, soft features, and short, black curls. He was clearly of Southern Continent Balamian descent.
Carrying a slightly chilling air, he stood at the door, looked at Richardson, who was staring at him, and said in a low voice:
"Have you made up your mind?
"Don't think leaving us will get you the peaceful life you want. The blood of the people of Death flows through your veins. You are destined to give everything to restore God's glory."
"Think of your dead mother. Think of the bullying you once suffered. Do you want your children to grow up under others' discriminatory gazes too, forever serving others?"
"...But what can I do..." Richardson lowered his head and spoke with difficulty.
"Wait for your assignment." The intruder's voice softened a little.
Richardson did not say yes or no. He seemed to still be struggling inwardly.
The intruder paid no attention to his hesitation, however. Taking it as agreement, he turned around, left the room, and departed the way he had come.
"The people of Death... Spirit, people from the Church of Death?"
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