"What does Lorenzo de' Medici want from all this?" he asked again.
"To eradicate the demons."
Watson answered.
"Is that so... Is that why you willingly became a 'sacrifice'?"
Sainy Loter pondered, the Nail Sword hanging low to the ground, and he seemed to have no fighting spirit at the moment.
Perhaps... perhaps the two could cooperate.
Though everything happened so quickly, both of them understood that, for now, they could only trust each other. With the threat of that mysterious Silencer looming, all intelligence seemed precious.
It's unknown how long this calm lasted, and Watson didn't disturb Sainy Loter either. She just stayed where she was, watching the Pope wearing the Thorn Crown.
Sainy Loter, like a knight of an old era, lowered his head, leaning on the Nail Sword, occasionally oozing sticky blood from the thorn scars, dripping onto the ground.
