"March 23, 1328"
Agnes wrote the date on the paper in Fenerport. The pen clicked a little at the end, paused there, and smudged out a very obvious dot of ink.
Agnes moved the pen to the next line and began to write. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.
Mr. Rossi had already left, and Agnes didn't know what to do in this unfamiliar environment, so she subconsciously started writing a diary.
Agnes first recorded what happened on the 20th in her memory, then stopped her pen and started thinking.
The room was extremely quiet, and one could only hear the sound of sparks exploding from the oil lamp from time to time. The oil burned in the oil lamp was made from unknown animals. It was brighter than most candles, and it didn't even have the smell of grease. Although the room had no windows, it was still not dark.
But Agnes is still not very used to it. She didn't like rooms without windows. Even though this room was not cramped, she still had a sense of depression lingering in her heart, making her breathless.
Agnes controlled her thoughts and returned her attention to her diary.
"Your Excellency Rossi asked me today about what I have experienced before. Is this considered asking me to understand the situation or is it an interrogation?" Agnes wrote a sentence on the paper, and then she felt that she had written something inappropriate and changed the following Half a sentence was underlined several times with a pen. She was still dissatisfied, so she simply said this sentence with a pen and painted it into color blocks, and then dropped the pen.
"Your Excellency Rossi's attitude is quite mild, but what is the church's attitude towards me now?"
"This time what happened to Alyssa was obviously not led by my own will. This is fundamentally different from my previous illness and what happened in Meira's case. This revealed that the secrets in me were not in a completely The dormant state even undergoes qualitative changes in the presence of extraordinary power."
"Although I really want to tell them directly what happened at that time, my own lack of memory cannot be concealed." Agnes sighed, feeling a little tired.
She did not tell Lord Rossi and the Church that her previous dream was actually her previous life. After all, there was no country with a similar background to her previous life in the mysterious world, and it was difficult for them to understand many of the things in it. And the experience of Emperor Russell made her feel a little afraid. Although Agnes had forgotten the reasons behind his result, she always felt that once her similarities with Emperor Russell were exposed, some unhappiness would arise. What a great thing.
Every time someone from the church asked her what she dreamed about, Agnes basically just recounted her version based on the background of this world. After all, her dreams are usually just a scene, easily adapted.
"Why does my memory of this incident become the same as the previous life in my dream? I always feel that there are some secrets in it, but when I have the idea of exploring, there is always a sense of fear in my heart, as if once I know, everything will It will become irreversible.”
Agnes stopped her messy thoughts and wrote a sentence on the paper: "A guess: The focus of the 'Prisoner' sequence is the feeling of being constrained due to various factors that cannot realize one's own desires." Then the pen was capped again.
Agnes didn't know where this speculation came from. It suddenly appeared in her mind when she woke up. This sentence is very similar to the acting code of "the mind is a prisoner of the body, and the body is a prisoner of the world". She doesn't even know whether it is her own translation of the acting code or whether it comes from other knowledge.
When she woke up, she found that part of the potion in her body had been digested for no apparent reason. In addition to her previous intermittent digestion, if she only had one portion of the "Prisoner" potion in her body now, she should have digested two-thirds of it by now. . But now there are two "prisoners" in his body, one "madman" and one "werewolf" that need to be digested.
Agnes could feel that since Lord Rossi admitted that this was the underground of the church, the "prisoner" characteristics in her body were being digested at a small but constant speed, but this was obviously different from this guess. of.
"Perhaps this is the difference between acting on the surface and truly integrating?" Agnes pointed her finger at the table unconsciously.
Agnes has been guessing whether most churches are accustomed to placing sealed artifacts and extraordinary people's prisons underground in churches. At least as far as she knew, both the Church of the Night Goddess and the Church of the Mother Earth were like this. Maybe it's because it's convenient to deploy some special means underground, but it's easier to detect abnormalities above ground?
When she first woke up, she guessed based on her environment that she was now underground at St. Diana's Church, but she didn't feel the obvious feeling of the potion being digested at that time, at least much slower than the current digestion speed. But after I confirmed my thoughts from Mr. Rossi, the speed of digesting the potion suddenly became much faster.
"Perhaps it's because I finally figured out the situation in which I am now imprisoned?" Agnes rubbed her temples in confusion.
"An important question is how did my inexplicable digestive progress come about while I was in coma?"
Agnes picked up the pen again and wrote on the paper again: "Your Excellency Rossi said that experts in dreams and memory will come to investigate for me. It seems that the church takes this matter very seriously. But the investigation Aren’t those memories of mine really dangerous?”
Agnes smiled to herself. After Agnes' illness showed signs of illness, the church arranged for a "psychic" to try to understand what was hidden behind it. Naturally, this "psychic" couldn't get any information from her, and I heard that his personality changed greatly after he returned. He seemed to have become much more sensitive and melancholy, and he was always stuck in sadness and couldn't extricate himself. Until after many years, It took several purifications to recover.
From then on, the church no longer tried to understand things from Agnes through dreams or memories, but always let Agnes tell the story herself.
And this time the church once again tried to understand through such means, and it seemed that it really took this matter very seriously.
"I wish this expert good luck." Agnes wished.
"Last question, can I return to the heart of nature?" The pen scratched the paper, leaving traces like a knife.
"Will the abnormality in me be recognized by the church as causing harm to others this time?"
