12 O’Clock Marionette

I stared at the faint mana traces left behind, then turned my body around.

Now is not the time for reflection.@@novelbin@@

Still, as I moved quickly, my mind inevitably drifted to past memories.

[One: Do not turn away from those who ask for help. If you do, the chains of the devil will drape over your neck, and Pebula will provide you with a second head.]

That was the third of Pebula's eight commandments.

Anyway, priests must live at a loss.

I had always complained about this command every time I read it, yet strangely, it felt a bit relieving this time.

Perhaps I'm losing my mind.

I soon reached the end of the passage.

Once again, it was a dead-end, but I trusted the investigator's words and charged toward the wall.

After a brief moment of floating in the air, I felt the hard floor under my feet.

My ankles tingled a bit.

Looking up, I saw a warehouse-like space.

The only light came from a mana stone lamp hanging on the wall, and right in front of me was the person I had been searching for.

"Gavotte!"

A young man tightly bound to a large chair.

Seeing him in person made my chest tighten, and I quickly ran toward him.

I first removed the blindfold from Gavotte's eyes.

He stared at me blankly.

I expected him to ask why I was here in a dazed voice, but he didn’t react at all.

Could it be some sort of mental magic?

"No."