To be honest, I was at a loss.
Every day, my body screamed in pain as the cancer progressed, eating me alive from the inside. Despite the Vessel Root strengthening my physique to rival, perhaps even surpass, that of a Crusader, even the smallest of wounds was enough to kill me.
Just a single cut was enough, and it would bleed endlessly unless treated with magic-assisted medicine.
That was my reality.
And worse than the physical decay was the storm brewing in my head.
'What am I supposed to do?' I thought.
The world itself was heading toward calamity. Selena was here, by my side, with Vanitas Astrea, something that should never have happened in the narrative I knew.
…And moreover, Aston Nietzsche was nowhere to be found.
The only reason I had agreed to the Northern Duke's request was for leverage, for mutual benefit. If what Selena said was true, then the Pope was no longer the Pope at all, but a completely different person.
