As the forest turned into a cathedral, standing by the altar at the front facing Maki, my mind was racing.
They knew me.
Maki — and the Council knew that I was Bree.
They had been calling me Minamong this whole time, a silly name I came up on a whim, but they've known all along that I was Bree.
Was it because they knew I was invited in the first place?
Why me, though, a no-name streamer with seven viewers?
Perhaps—who am I kidding? It was almost certainly—because they also knew about Senne.
I should have known. The last time by the campfire—Maki was very keen to hear about Senne.
What was really happening here, though?
"Bree," Maki called my name again.
"Ye… yes."
"We didn't mean to deceive you. And everything we've shared, here in this wonderful place, has been true and genuine."
"But…"
