"I still remember it was a sunny afternoon..."
Lorenzo's voice was gentle, the memories became slightly unfamiliar, as if he was browsing someone else's recollections.
"Actually, I don't remember too clearly, my memory was jumbled for a while, a terrible mess, like your life is a puzzle and someone scrambled it up, completely losing its original form.
But I still remember one scene in my memory, it was a sunny afternoon.
At that time, I wasn't a Demon Hunter, just an ordinary... Priest? I remember probably a Priest, that period was my leisure time at the Evangelical Church, no physical training, no swordsmanship combat, only reading the scriptures, studying Theology, briefly becoming a Priest.
I remember it was a day off, Florence was in the height of summer, my friends and I stayed in the room, lazily leaning against the side, letting the light shine..."
