A demon that still survives to this day.
There are so things Lorenzo is destined to do, such as returning to Saint Nalos Cathedral again, where the story began, and where too many enigmas await Lorenzo.
As for the Secret Blood in his hand.
The remnants of Lawrence certainly lacked the foundation of the Evangelical Church. Lorenzo wasn't sure from which demons their Secret Blood was extracted, but... perhaps, perhaps Lorenzo could use this Secret Blood as a dium to trace its origin and find the demon's [Gap].
"Mr. Hols?"
Erin's voice suddenly interrupted Lorenzo's thoughts. He slowly raised his head and put away the Secret Blood.
"What are you doing?"
Erin was holding her face with her hands, staring intently at Lorenzo.
"Watching you. Even now, I can't believe you're so powerful, so easily slaughtering the Choir's soldiers, a one-sided massacre."
"I'm starting to take an interest in you, Mr. Hols."
Erin let go of her hands, showing no self-awareness of being a captive and acting as if she were at ho.
"I've t many n who at first glance could be thoroughly seen through by , their likes, experiences, as if they were plainly exposed before ."
"So you toyed with the Red Falcon in the sa way?" Lorenzo asked.
"Red Falcon? Do you an Mr. Moon?"
Every ti "Moon" was ntioned, Erin couldn't help but smile.
"No, no, he wasn't worth my effort. He was even easier to deceive than ordinary n. The things in his heart were almost written directly on his face, like an innocent little boy..."
Saying this, Erin finally laughed, gesturing with her hands.
"But such a big 'boy' feels like playing with a child. I reach out my hand, and he would sway over."
Lorenzo kept a straight face, saying nothing.
"Why? I thought you would be mad for speaking of your friend this way."
Erin's smile didn't last long, as she reined it in.
"It's nothing. He's just that sort of person, and you're not wrong," Lorenzo said.
"In a way, Red Falcon's life is quite twisted, struggling in the Lower City District, joining the Purification chanism. Thinking back, he lived in a twisted world from the start; at least I had a sowhat decent childhood."
Lorenzo recalled his experiences with Red Falcon.
"But it's unnecessary to talk about him now. I want to ask you sothing else."
"What is it?"
"About Ivar."
As Lorenzo spoke, he carefully observed Erin's expression. As expected, Erin was well disguised, but when it ca to Ivar, her expression showed subtle changes.
Erin Adler.
Lorenzo still rembered Hebdo's description of her, like a viper and scorpion.
Beneath the beautiful facade was a dark and murky core. This woman wore a mask that couldn't be taken off, and no one could see her true face.
Hebdo also said that perhaps even the na Erin Adler was fake, and this woman was entirely made up of lies and deceit.
Interacting with her always led to being played in circles. Although the contact ti wasn't long, Lorenzo sotis felt he'd need to invade her [Gap] to guess what this woman was truly thinking.
But he didn't want to do that. Whether it was becoming more like a monster or so other reason, Lorenzo just felt that resolving things so bluntly was like cheating, making victory aningless.
Just like then, he was fully capable of killing Moriarty, but he didn't want to do that. Doing so would rely kill an enemy, not utterly defeat him.
"Talk to about everything regarding Ivar Rodbrock."
Lorenzo observed Erin closely, eager to see through those scattered clues and understand what Erin was truly hiding.
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