"But you seem to be hiding from someone."
Lann, leaning against the cliff wall with arms crossed, didn't move, but suddenly spoke up.
Fodolink's body, which was about to leave, froze for a moment, then resumed its movement.
He waved his hand without looking back.
"It's just someone I've yet to meet at the agreed time... In this decaying world, we all have our own matters to attend to. Don't mind this old fellow, let's each go our separate ways, Lann."
"May the flame protect you, farewell."
Fodolink untied the deep red cloth that the archbishop had just wrapped around him and tossed it to Lann.
Then, without looking back, he disappeared into the rugged and winding mountain path.
In the mountain breeze, Lann gently raised his hand, and the deep red cloth floating in mid-air was caught in his hand.
"Decaying... world?"
