April 14, 1328

The paper was crumpled and crumpled, and there were many pen scratches in the corners and corners, forming a strange pattern.

"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and this is the first time I've faced the curse of the Werewolf, but with the help of the Church, at least it's easier than it is for me to deal with it myself. Even if something goes wrong, it's solved right away, and I don't have to worry about hurting others. ”

"In fact, today I already felt a certain precursor, my heart was full of irritability, and all the information around me was flooding my brain. It made me fidget, and it was much harder to stay calm, almost like I had a nervous breakdown. Is it because my curse has been strengthened? ”

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"Agnes!" Lord Rossi patted Agnes hard, and Agnes came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

"Ah, Lord Rosie, what's wrong?" Agnes asked, rubbing her face, her eyes slightly bloodshot and slightly scarlet on the sclera.

Lord Rossi sighed and said, "It's time for us to go to church now." ”

Agnes nodded and stood up.

Lord Rossi gently took Agnes' hand and walked towards the door.

The vines that formed the wooden door writhed in front of Agnes' eyes, then opened to both sides, and Lord Rossi pulled Agnes out.

In front of him was a dimly lit space, with root-like vines filling almost the entire space, dots of fluorescent light floating out of the vines, and as Lord Rossi walked forward, the vines slowly shrank to the sides, revealing a corridor that didn't look very long.

Agnes followed Lord Rossi out of the corridor and into an underground passage. The vines behind them refilled the entire passage as soon as the two of them walked out, and only the walls made of vines could be seen from the underground passage.

Agnes looked at the underground passage with a little concentration. She remembered walking through the place, the day she had just taken the "prisoner" potion, and she followed her mother, Ms. Jones, and Mr. Conte through the underground passage from the church to the Joseph's Club.

Agnes didn't stop, and after about a minute or two, she followed Lord Rossi up an upward staircase.

Going out of the stairs is the church. There were no more ordinary people in the church just after dusk, and Agnes looked over and saw about five or six members of the Watchmen, and Miss Jones was in the middle of it, talking to a man.

Agnes didn't see her mother, and she was slightly disappointed.

She looked at the stained-glass window of the church, but the stained glass painted in the abstract floral image was too colorful, and the light outside the window was dim, and the stained-glass window almost separated the church from the outside world into two worlds.

"Let's go upstairs." Lord Rossi nodded to Miss Jones, and then whispered to Agnes, "You have to actually see the full moon to know how much the night of the full moon affects you." ”

Agnes obediently let Lord Rossi lead her upstairs, and at the end of the second floor, she walked up a staircase to a room more akin to the attic.

The windows in this room occupied almost the entire wall, and Agnes recognized them as half of the rose windows, but they didn't seem to be the largest ones, but the two on the sides.

The heterochromatic glass that makes up this rose window looks much clearer than the stained glass below, although looking out at the Flower Square, it is still divided into a colorful world by pieces of glass of different colors.

The room seems to occupy only half the size of the square tower on this side, and the stainstained glass window is opposite a separate door.

"Is it right here?" Agnes asked.

"No, it's outside." Lord Rossi pushed open the door to the side of the room, and Agnes saw the rooftop outside.

The roof is small, with a half-height balustrade carved with vine patterns. Agnes walked out, she looked up to the sky, and although it was only past dusk, the almost crimson moon rings could be clearly seen in the east of the almost dark blue sky.

Agnes clearly felt the desire to kill and bloodthirsty in her heart boil instantly, much stronger than what she felt underground.

Lord Rossi stood at the door of the rooftop and looked at Agnes. At some point, Ms. Jones came up and sided with Lord Rossi.

Agnes didn't have the energy to pay attention to Lady Jones's arrival, and she focused almost all of her energy on suppressing her desire to kill and bloodlust. She felt her pressure grow as time went on, and the full moon on the canopy gradually shifted south.

She felt her sanity's grip on her body waning, and her instincts had caused her to transform into a "werewolf" state - her body was growing white hair, her nails were getting longer, and her hands were taking the shape of sharp claws.

She felt that her more comfortable field of vision had widened slightly, and the scene that had been blurred in the dim light gradually became clearer. All kinds of sounds, all kinds of smells filled her senses, and made her irritable even more. Even the sound of the night wind blowing was like a storm in her ears.

She couldn't help but curl up her body, her changing claws covering her ears, but to no avail.

Under this sense of irritability, the desire to destroy seems to grow stronger.

Agnes struggled to distract herself from her irritability, recalling her time on Puddis Street when she was hiding from the Werewolf. She wondered why the "werewolf" hadn't been able to detect that she wasn't in the second room by smell. Is it because you have been to all the rooms in this house and thus left your own smell in the whole house?

Agnes felt her mind stagnate, and the irritability in her heart grew.

The moon had reached the south, and Agnes thought as she stared at the red moon in the sky.

"Red will probably be the color I hate the most." The thought popped into Angnes' mind.

She grabbed the ground with her claws in a bit of grief, leaving marks on it. There was a high-pitched, screeching sound where her nails touched the ground, but she didn't seem to notice it.

She stared at the almost crimson full moon in the sky, and she felt as if she had been split into two parts, one struggling under the curse of the "werewolf", and the other part seemed to hang high in the air, indifferently looking at herself as she struggled under the curse.