Recalling the two figures she had seen in last night's dream, Eleanor could not help feeling uneasy.
She wanted to know the truth, yet she was afraid.
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened and settled on a figure wearing a black veil.
"Her! She's-!" Eleanor stood up in shock.
She was absolutely certain that this was the person she had seen in last night's dream!
It was actually real. Someone really could enter dreams!
Eleanor had received an orthodox education in the supernatural. Both Miskatonic University and the Night Watch Bureau were supernatural organizations with long histories, and she knew even more about the supernatural world than Dorothea did.
That was precisely why she knew how astonishing it was to "enter another person's dream."
It all but broke the fundamental rules of the supernatural.
"That is Miss Flora, the Elegy Funeral Rite of the Mourning Poetry Society. You can speak with her yourself later," Dorothea said with a smile.
Eleanor stared at her blankly. After a while, she suddenly pressed her lips together. "You... your Society knows my secret and can control whether I live or die, doesn't it?"
"Of course not. Life and death have never been within mortals' grasp." Dorothea tilted her head. At some point, an exquisite Monocle had appeared over her right eye. "But they are within a great being's."
Eleanor's pupils abruptly contracted. She had a vague inkling of something.
After a moment's thought, she asked hesitantly, "Could you... tell me about the great being you worship?"
"Of course." A hint of complexity entered Dorothea's expression, and she cast an unobtrusive glance at Vanessa in the kitchen.
"You... know the difference between a True God Church and an evil god's church, don't you?"
"Of course," Eleanor replied instinctively. "The True God Churches have, since before this era..."