It wasn't like a Mass in the traditional sense, but more like a purposeless ritual, as Agnes could have certainly said.

Most of the people who looked at it had a strange crimson exuberance on their faces, revealing a strange piety, but they did not make a sound, with a silence like winter.

At the end of the auditorium, the instrument that should be called the organ attracts Angness's eye, compared to the insignificant musician who is almost dancing, and in front of him, the sound pipes that rise almost to the ceiling cover the entire wall, and the two-story ceilinged design and the gathering and bridging dome make the space visually elongated, and one side is decorated with angelic sculptures, which seem to be far away in the imaginary kingdom of God.

This image of a winged angel is quite deeply rooted in people's hearts, and such thoughts flashed through Angnes's mind.

Anderson followed Agnes' gaze and let out a sigh.

"This big guy is quite exaggerated," he said, raising an eyebrow, "and it's just an island the size of a city." ”

"Did you and Okfa see it the last time we explored?" Agnes asked.

"There's an organ," Anderson said after a moment of contemplation, "but it's not that big." ”

"Then that's what needs to be considered," Agnes said in a calm voice, "or maybe our observations differed between the two explorations......

“...... Or," said Agnes's words after a pause, "the ruins have changed somehow since you left the last time, and the organ that is displayed before us has changed. ”

Okfa smiled a little reluctantly, and said in a voice that almost muttered, "I just hope it's neither." ”

"Look at the people over there," Edwina said from the side, "at least a few dozen people." ”

"Before Rosell the Great created the mechanism for the blower, an organ of this scale," she commented in a calm voice, "was played enough to be heard by the whole city." ”

"The whole city ......," Anderson sighed, "that people must be punctual for their services." ”

"There is no way to solve the problem we are facing by discussion alone," Sbasnereki said in a loud voice, the almost imperceptible light condensing and dissipating in his hands, looking a little agitated, "It is better to analyze than to act." ”

Agnes and Edwina looked at each other, and did not speak again, but sat quietly in the back row, looking ahead, the majestic sound of the organ and the incomprehensible chant echoing in the slightly empty building, the choir children stood in several rows according to their height, and their clothes did not resemble the plain robes of most churches, but with a little courtly luxury, and the messy asymmetry peculiar to the Quaternary was vividly expressed in the black gown, but there was a strange sense of coordination.

The children sang hard, but most of the audience's attention was not on them.

They gazed almost excitedly at the marble statue behind the priest, with a pale background but a handsome face concealed by majesty, with a crown of unknown color but intricate and asymmetrical decoration, high on the throne, and the pale eyes without pupils seemed to gaze at everyone in the auditorium, but no one could feel any emotion other than coldness in those pupilless eyes.

Agnes traced her gaze along the order of the statue and the priest below, and finally rested on the back of a lady in a blue velvet gown with a white gauze hat pinned to the front of her seat.

That was the same countess from before? Agnes half-squinted her eyes and frowned slightly.

Depending on the woman's posture, there is a good chance that her gaze will stay...... Agnes cast her gaze on the clearing in front of the choir kids.

She keenly felt the slightest incongruity, there seemed to be some space.

Isn't it...... There should have been one?

It should be a person who has the most exquisite skills and bears the most magnificent movements, and this person should be ......

Aliadney Humbert, a name that has been mentioned many times, naturally comes to her mind, and only this eunuch singer who is praised by the people here has such possibilities and qualifications.

"It's a shame Aliadeni didn't come." Her keen sense of hearing allowed her to catch whispers in the distance.

"I had expected that," another voice said, "that this was a training session for the choir, and for Aliadeni there was no need to attend, he just had to play on more important occasions." “

She withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes silently.

A high-pitched singing voice, which was very different from the hymn, quietly sounded in her ears.

"Darkness is coming,"

"The numb world turns a blind eye."

"Look at the world is about to fission,"

"No one can turn the tide."

"The flesh has rotted,"

"The brilliance is about to dissipate,"

"Hordes of ghosts."

"What are you hesitating about?"

"It's about time,"

"The deadline is approaching, and time is running out."

Where does this song come from? Agnes opened her eyes suddenly, and everything in front of her did not change, whether it was the cold and lofty buildings, or the clergy and believers who were in a strange euphoria.

"What did you find?" Adevina on one side noticed Agnes' abnormality and asked in a low voice.

"Look at the lady." Agnes whispered to Adevina.

"The lady...... Countess? Edvina hesitated to come to the same conclusion as Angness, "She looks very different...... Looks more like a gentle girl. ”

"Pious, kind, resolute," Agnes' words were almost silent, and her gaze lingered for a moment on the back of the blue velvet gown before looking away at the priest further ahead, "If it were the image it is now, maybe someone would really believe such an assessment." ”

"This Mass is coming to an end," she said softly, "perhaps we should learn something deeper." ”

She stood up, winked at Edwinna, and distanced herself from the crowd of believers.

Agnes fell to the end, and in the distance she saw the girl in the blue velvet gown pull away the lush ivy and disappear into the depths of the garden.

She hadn't heard anything for nearly a few minutes, and then the crisp voice peculiar to a young woman rang out.

"This marriage was not so much what I chose, but what my father chose for me."

"I have always been a docile man," said the girl in the blue velvet gown with a calm expression, "and I believe that my father, who doted on me, would choose the most suitable one for me." ”

"But when he had chosen, he called me to his side and told me not to trust my husband," she said with a slight tremor in her voice, and with the quality of mimicking the old man's speech, "he told me that if I was desperate one day, then I should be a bad boy, and I would slaughter, and murder, even if it was the husband he had chosen for me......"

"But I probably want more than that, I don't want to wait for a corner...... I desire more," her voice grew a little colder, "and will you help me?" ”