The wind outside rustled, almost silent. Lumian allowed his thoughts to wander in this tranquil state as instinctive questions ran through his mind.
There's still light in the corridor. Leah must be awake still, reading Aurore's book collection…
Pitch darkness blankets my bedroom. Valentine should be resting in bed. I wonder what Ryan's up to…
Heh heh, they didn't bring any alcohol on their first visit. They've no clue about Dariège's customs…
If the cycle lifts, Grande Soeur can turn informant for Bureau 8. When the time comes, she won't fret over any investigation if she goes to Trier… As for me, I needn't undergo any special tests as an informant, right?
Now we've a full theory of the whole affair. The sole thing we can't be sure of is the owl and the dead warlock in the tomb's role…
