Star Antimony, Leipzig.
In the moment just before dawn, Aleister, who was leaning sideways with closed eyes on a soft armchair, suddenly underwent a strange transformation.
Her body rapidly lost its color, gradually turning to stone, becoming a gray-white statue.
Lily appeared in the room almost instantly.
"What happened?"
She stared in shock at the petrified Aleister on the sofa, the unease in her heart mounting to its peak: "This… could it be…"
"—Don't worry, young maid."
Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice rang out.
Lily turned her head and saw a pitch-black raven silently perched atop the coat rack like an ornament.
It opened its dangerous scarlet eyes, gazing at Lily: "She has merely returned to where she belongs. This is a good thing."
"Miss Aleister… where she belongs…"
Lily murmured softly, suddenly realizing: "Could it be… she's already—"
