"Do you need my help with the wound on your arm?" Agnes asked with a calm look in her eyes.

Miss Gregory's hand as she withdrew her arm paused, then withdrew it with a reluctant smile.

"No ......" Miss Gregory tried to speak out against Agnes' idea, but was directly interrupted by Agnes's words.

"It hurts all the time, doesn't it?"

"It's just a little bruise, it's not bleeding, and I don't think I need to pay too much attention to it." Miss Gregory whispered.

Agnes looked calmly at the girl's left arm, and stayed for a long time, until Miss Gregory moved her left arm with some discomfort.

"I think you should be more polite, Sister Pagani." Miss Gregory said casually, with a hint of complaint.

Agnes just smiled, looked up at Miss Gregory, and said in a calm voice, "I think you should pay more attention to this wound, although it does not bleed, but not because it is not serious, right?" ”

"You can trust the church a little more, Miss Gregory. I think, you understand what I'm referring to. Agnes said as she stared at Miss Gregory.

Miss Gregory lowered her head, stared at her black pointed-toe dancing shoes peeking out from under her skirt, and was silent for a moment before she said, "Yes, if there is anyone in this world who can wield extraordinary power, of course it is the people of the church who are most likely." ”

She paused for a moment before turning to Agnes and said, "You're the Church's hidden possession of extraordinary powers, aren't you?" ”

Agnes didn't nod or shake her head, just looked at Miss Gregory quietly.

Miss Gregory looked at Agnes for a moment before she looked up and covered her eyes, and said, "You look like the saints in those literary works, with that kind of ...... That kind of ......"

Agnes couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth that wanted to twitch, and couldn't help but say, "Miss Gregory, I'm just an ordinary nun. ”

"I know, I know." Miss Gregory nodded repeatedly.

Agnes gave up the idea of dwelling on this side and said in a loud voice: "Your wound has the power of decay and depravity, and it will be purified. ”

Miss Gregory couldn't help but grit her teeth and didn't speak.

"Are you worried about the person who caused this wound? That's why you've been trying to hide this wound? That person is your aunt? Agnes said suddenly.

Miss Gregory turned her head for a moment, staring at Agnes.

"It looks like this." Agnes muttered to herself.

"You're not pleasing right now, Sister Pagani." Miss Gregory said with a hint of anger.

Agnes took a breath before saying, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that, in fact, the priest had cleaned the wound before, but it wasn't treated well......"

"No, you're just trying to test me, Sister Pagani!" Miss Gregory pushed Agnes away and stood up, "I don't want to talk about this now!" ”

Agnes couldn't help but sigh, pressed Miss Gregory with one hand, pinched her eyebrows with the other, and said helplessly, "I think you need to be careful, otherwise the wound on your arm will bleed immediately." ”

......

"Miss Pasha is the best dancer."

"Really? Is it selfish or recognized? ”

"She's passionate about dancing, or so she says so."

"Really? Is it pure desire or is it vanity? ”

"She's energetic and passionate."

"Well, let her dedicate herself to the desire to dance, and she will be the best lead dancer, but maybe she will need to leave behind the little things."

Aiden couldn't help but look at Wence with the letter in his hand, and Wence just nodded.

Aiden flipped the letter over the paper, and it was still in the same handwriting as before, like a transcript of a conversation between a man talking to himself.

"I think my choreography should be perfect enough for the lead dancer to be in place."

"She will beat the drumbeat of life and lead all those who promise to join the chorus."

"All the backing dancers will sing and dance until the end."

"Gottles Vitus"

......

"You know that, don't you? Miss Gregory. Agnes whispered as she carefully bandaged the girl's wounds.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have said anything about your aunt, would you?" Agnes let go of her hand and looked up.

Miss Gregory kept her mouth shut and did not speak.

"Seriously, if you're really in church with the idea that you can hide it from the church, I really doubt that you can be called 'little sister' by me." Agnes sat down with a smile and looked at each other.

"You think you can hide the fact that you're younger than me by talking like that?" Miss Gregory couldn't help but say.

"A mature person doesn't talk about age." Agnes raised her eyes and said casually.

Miss Gregory opened her mouth and said nothing.

"But you're actually quite brave." Agnes laughed, "Looks like you're not so frightened. ”

Miss Gregory pursed her lips and said, "Well, a guy who was so brave that he almost died at the hands of the monster that his aunt had become. ”

"That's not your aunt." Agnes was silent for a moment before she spoke, "And you seem to have expected it. ”

Miss Gregory lowered her head and was silent for a long time before she raised her head and said, "She was no longer like the aunt I knew a few months ago. ”

"At that time, although she did not have a good relationship with Mr. Vent...... But she is not divorced," the girl hesitated, and then she spoke, "until she met a man in the theater." ”

"His name is Colclof Galmier," he said, and he was a playwright.

......

"I remember I taught you this dance that originated under the mountains, and you should dance it when the moon rises."

"Come on, I don't think it's going to be hard for you."

The man held the ulna and radius of the skeleton together with one hand and said with a smile.

He held a hand behind his back and bowed slightly, looking as if he was about to invite the other person to dance at the ball.

"You see, you always say that your lord is full of energy, so you should be full of energy too; Your Mr. Money is passionate, and you should be passionate. ”

"Now, then, your Mr. Gold Lord is full of passion, and you should also join me."

……

There was no one in the corridors of the convent, and Agnes reached the end room almost clinging to the base of the wall.

A strange rhythm of drums came faintly from a distant place, and Agnes felt her heart beat as if it were beating to the beat before returning to normal; A sense of irritability in my heart quietly rose, and the world in my eyes was almost a little bloody.

She subconsciously tilted her head and looked out the window.

The full moon, which was as red as blood, appeared in the sky at some point, covering the whole world with a little crimson veil.