The church of healing in the world of the Holy Grail is very simple. Behind the headless statue of the goddess in the center are several offices, as well as a hollow cylindrical stone staircase.

Intricate patterns are carved on the ground.

Yager silently hid his figure in the shadows, silently walking that way.

Whatever the movement from above, he had the idea to find out.

After all, this place is in his dreamland, everything in it is closely connected to him, and it is imperative to explore the healing church.

He made a slight turn, without attracting anyone's attention, and entered the elevator room—

However, there are already people waiting there.

"Good night."

Ludwig, who stood on top of the elevator but did not press the mechanism, watched him quietly.

Yager stopped.

"Good night."

A look of astonishment flashed across his cold expression.

Why is Ludwig waiting for him?!

Has he been found? Wait, what is there for him to be discovered?!

What did he do wrong that would make Ludwig stand here waiting for him instead of rushing to deal with the intruders?

For a moment, he didn't know how to react, just stood in silence.

A few minutes earlier, the First Hunter had said he was 'familiar'.

But in the subsequent dialogue, there was not much development on this point, and it was just passed by as if politely. Therefore, Yager didn't care either.

But in retrospect, that doesn't seem to be a casual statement.

On the other side, Ludwig, who had caught the 'prisoner', nodded, and his black eyes looked directly at Yager: "I thought you would come." ”

"You don't look like the type to leave quietly."

There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Ludwig had a handsome face and was a righteous type, as if he could calm the panicked populace just by standing there.

Yager opened his mouth to try to answer, but was interrupted again.

Ludwig went on to say with a strange smile:

"I've had a question for many years. My memory tells me that the world is working perfectly, and I should continue to live like this. It is my duty to hunt wild beasts and defend the church. ”

"But my gut says no."

"The world is flawless, and it always reveals an inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if these lives are just a reproduction of the experience of a long time ago, as whose memories appear like a mirror."

"But, I think you're different."

"The people who were with you were talking about Yanan's identity, but I could feel that they weren't. It was as if they had come from far away and had learned some information in disguise. ”

"And you're not. You belong here. You know something. ”

"Tell me again—"

"Who are you, Mr. Yager Dryster?"

In Ludwig's inference, Yager's pupils shrank little by little, and the stunned moment that had just calmed down instantly turned into unfamiliar disbelief and shock.

What did he say?!

He. Think it's all fake?

The characters in the Holy Grail realize that this world may not be real?!

Jager stared at Ludwig in a daze.

Miss Doll once said categorically in her introduction that the Holy Grail was just a replica of the real location, and that he didn't go there himself, and that it was.

The history that has been experienced inside the Holy Grail is false.

However, Ludwig, a false character created on the basis of falsehood, is clearly aware of this.

It was as if when the creator and the self in the mirror guessed the fist, they found that the opposite side made a different gesture.

Does he have an independent consciousness?

He has an independent consciousness!

Yager's abyssal pupils trembled slightly, with boundless shock.

And the leader of the hunters he was looking at seemed to have changed abruptly.

He had sensed the world's biggest vulnerability.

What is the reaction of the Holy Grail?

In Ludwig's pupils, there seemed to be ripples and granulations, slowly spreading

"Do I remember? I seem to remember." Even if Yager didn't respond to any words, he still showed a wry smile, and the memories of the past seemed to find him first.

"Graceful as the moon, upright as an ancient tree."

"You alone are the true agents of the church."

"At least, I didn't go through the shame of going through it all. My hunters have indeed become the defenders of order, the justice I expect them to be. I can rest in peace."

Between the words, his upright and handsome face slowly distorted, as if there were countless undulating blood fighting in it.

In the midst of a relieved smile, his figure suddenly twisted!

Countless limbs poke out from all corners of the body, back, and hands, and spread all around the body like millipedes!

The thin figure swelled, and the eyes came out of the torn giant mouth—

An invisible beast.

Huge fear swept over.

The cursed Ludwig has descended!

Under the blank gaze of the black-haired youth, and in the panicked gaze of the surrounding church members, a huge beast appeared inside the elevator and roared at this false city with an extraordinarily real roar!

Top floor of the Central Basilica.

Crane walked through the gloomy staircase.

Darkness envelops most of the surrounding area, and the wooden steps are indistinguishable, seemingly leading upwards to eternity.

Lamp after lantern burned with a dim glow, barely lit up an inch, and then left behind.

The stairs are long and unchanging, putting a lot of pressure on people's spirits.

Even if he was very vigilant, during this few minutes of walking, his tense mood gradually became tired, and he lost the ability to continue to be a frightened bird.

The faint noise below the floor had completely stopped at the moment, and I don't know if it was because it was too far away, or if the intruder had disappeared.

Don't know who that is?

Yager? Or is it someone else?

In short, there is a high probability that it is a high sequence.

Klein walked and analyzed, trying to keep his active mind from being eroded by the same environment.

He's been pulled in here, and the Bloodborne Hunters must have played a key role.

While in Byam, he had heard from Captain Erlan that the members of the Church of the Night who had been with them had been chasing some great man from the sea.

Maybe it was because something was wrong with the bishop's state that the blood line above the gray mist suddenly rioted and pulled him in.

After all, the blood line is a kind of contamination by the other party.

Hopefully he won't end up being an echo of the supplemental state.

Thinking like this, Crane sighed helplessly, and for the first time unconsciously blamed the innocent tentacle monster.

Ahead, the long wooden staircase finally came to an end.

Be overjoyed!

Crane finally picked himself up again, and looked at the closed door in front of him as if he were facing a great enemy.

He took a deep breath and pushed forward.

“！”

What catches your eye is the disc of the clock.

No longer the huge façade, or the corner of the clock, but the center, rotating hands and wheel.

And at the center of it all is a familiar figure:

Ms. Maria!

The back of the clock is imprinted on the ground with the setting sun.

In the center of the wooden room, a chair with a high back, on which a beautiful lady sat sleepingly with her face half-covered by a bowler hat.

In the middle of his arms, there were silver knives crossed, flashing with cold light.

Klein silently covered his mouth and immediately shrank into the corner!

According to the Bloodborne Curse, Lady Maria is the owner of the Clock Tower and lives on the top floor of the Research Building for many years, guarding the last secret of the Church, which is the path to the corpse of the Old God.

In the war with the Old Gods, she was so badly injured that she couldn't afford to leave where she was, and perhaps, didn't want to.

But most importantly, according to Beckland's level, she is at least angelic!

Angel!

Seconds, he, a strange intruder, is like chopping melons and vegetables!

The only good news is that she will remain asleep until a stranger touches her.

This is his only chance of survival!

Klein crouched down and silently retreated into the corner, trying to pretend that he was extremely harmless and a poor little mushroom.

Let him grow grass in the corner!

Excuse me, he doesn't want to go out, not at all!

Unfortunately, things are not always as good as they could be.

The door to the stairwell suddenly creaked again, and a familiar but unfamiliar man walked in again.

Klein's eyes widened in disbelief -

Short curly black hair, a top hat, and monocles on the smiling cheeks of a young man.

Amon.

Amun!!!

'Ahh ’

His mind was so blank that all he could do was screaming.

He didn't understand.

Bloodborne curse, Yanan, the Healing Church, everything is so weird and terrifying, full of the shadow of a certain tentacle monster.

But what does this have to do with the 'blasphemers' who repeatedly appear in his life and clearly covet the gray mist?!

The moment the monocle appeared here, he felt like he was going to die. No matter how many crises and monsters there are in the bloodstream, there are no extraordinary people in reality who appear here to be terrifying!

He, to, die!

Klein's pupils shook, and he wanted to turn around and run.

But in contrast to Crane's apocalyptic expression, Green's face was full of surprise and satisfaction, as if the long-awaited gift suddenly popped up on its own when he opened his eyes.

"Joy Falls from the Sky"

"The Source Castle has come to find its own master"

His smile grew bigger and bigger, conveying the joy of celebrating with the crown.

"It's really fate~"

"What's your name? Mr. Fool. ”

"Nice to meet you."

Amon took off his hat with great interest and bowed gracefully, showing his rare etiquette as a nobleman.

It's a pity that Klein doesn't really want to appreciate it.

After so many tarot meetings and intelligence gatherings, he has clearly realized what kind of evil creature Amon is!!

It will parasitize the 'little sun' and intimidate the other party.

Will secretly take advantage of fraudulent layouts.

Will doppelganger.

It is the king of angels.

Crane let out a wry laugh.

He's done.

(End of chapter)