"April 14, 1328"
The paper was crumpled, and there were many pen scratches on the corners, forming strange patterns.
"Tomorrow is the night of the full moon. This is the first time I have faced the curse of the 'werewolf'. But with the help of the church, it is at least much easier than facing it on my own. Even if there is a problem, it will be solved immediately, and I will Don’t worry about things like potentially hurting other people.”
"In fact, I have already felt a certain premonition today. My heart is full of irritability, and my brain is filled with all the disturbing information around me. This makes me restless and makes it more difficult to stay calm. It is almost like suffering from a disease. Suffering from neurasthenia. Is it because my curse has been strengthened?"
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"Agnes!" Mr. Rossi patted Agnes hard, and Agnes came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.
"Ah, Mr. Rossi, what's wrong?" Agnes asked, rubbing her face. The sclera of her eyes were slightly bloodshot and slightly scarlet.
Lord Rossi sighed and said, "We should go to church now."
Agnes nodded and stood up.
Mr. Rossi gently took Agnes's hand and walked towards the door.
The vines that made up the wooden door twisted in front of Agnes's eyes, then opened to both sides. Mr. Rossi pulled Agnes out.
There was a dim space in front of him. The vines like tree roots were intertwined and filled almost the entire space. Dots of fluorescence floated out from the vines. As Mr. Rossi walked forward, the vines slowly shrank to both sides, revealing a The corridor doesn't look very long.
Agnes followed Mr. Rossi out of this corridor and came to an underground passage. The vines behind them immediately filled the entire passage again after the two walked out. From the underground passage, only the walls made of vines could be seen.
Agnes looked at the underground passage with a little more concentration. She remembered walking here, on the day she had just taken the Prisoner's potion, following her mother, Ms. Jones, and Mr. Conti through this underground passage from the church to the Joseph's Club.
Agnes did not stop, and after about a minute or two, she followed Sir Rossi up the stairs.
Going out from the stairs is the church. It was just after dusk and there were no ordinary people in the church. Agnes glanced over and saw about five or six members of the Watch, and Ms. Jones was among them, saying something to a person.
Agnes did not see her mother, and she was slightly disappointed.
She looked at the stained glass windows of the church. Unfortunately, the stained glass windows painted with abstract floral images were too colorful, and the light outside the window was dim. The stained glass windows almost isolated the church from the outside world, creating two worlds.
"Let's go upstairs." Mr. Rossi nodded to Ms. Jones, and then whispered to Agnes: "You have to really see the full moon to know how much impact a full moon night has on you."
Agnes obediently let Mr. Rossi lead her up the stairs. She walked to the end of the second floor and walked up another staircase to a room that was more like an attic.
The window in this room almost occupied the entire wall. Agnes recognized that it looked like half a rose window, but it seemed that it was not the largest rose window, but the two on the side.
The different-colored glass that makes up this rose window looks much clearer than the stained glass below. Although looking out at the Campo de' Fiori from here, it is still divided into a colorful world by pieces of glass of different colors.
The room seemed to occupy only half the size of the square tower here. Opposite the stained glass window was a double door.
"Is it right here?" Agnes asked.
"No, it's outside." Mr. Rossi opened the door on one side of the room, and Agnes saw the rooftop outside.
The rooftop is not big, with half-height railings carved with vine patterns. Agnes walked out and looked up to the sky. Even though it was just past dusk, the almost crimson moon wheel could be clearly seen in the east of the almost dark blue sky.
Agnes clearly felt the desire to kill and bloodthirsty boil in her heart instantly, which was much stronger than what she felt underground.
Mr. Rossi stood at the door of the rooftop and looked at Agnes. Ms. Jones walked up at some point and stood by Mr. Rossi’s side.
Agnes had no energy to pay attention to the arrival of Ms. Jones. She put almost all her energy on suppressing the desire for killing and bloodlust in her heart. She felt her pressure increasing as time went by, and the full moon in the sky gradually moved toward the south.
She felt that her rational control over her body was gradually declining, and her instinct caused her to transform into a "werewolf" state - white hair grew on her body, her nails gradually grew longer, and her hands gradually became sharp. shape of paw.
She felt that her more comfortable field of vision was slightly wider, and the scenery that was previously blurry in the dim light gradually became clearer. Various sounds and smells filled her senses, making her more irritable. Even the sound of the night wind sounded like a storm to her ears.
She couldn't help but curl up her body, and covered her ears with her changing paws, but it had no effect.
In this sense of irritability, the desire to destroy seems to be getting stronger.
Agnes tried to divert her attention away from her irritability, recalling the time she had been hiding from the "werewolf" in Purdyth Street. She thought about why the "werewolf" hadn't been able to detect by scent that she was not in the second room. Is it because you have been in every room in the house and left your own scent throughout the house?
Agnes felt that her thinking was gradually sluggish, and her irritability became more intense.
The moon has reached the south, Agnes thought as she stared at the red moon in the sky.
"Red may be the color I hate most from now on." This thought suddenly came to Agnes' mind.
She scratched the ground with her claws a little irritably, leaving traces on it. There was a sharp, piercing sound where her nails made contact with the ground, but she didn't seem to notice it.
She stared at the almost red full moon on the sky. She felt as if she was split into two parts. One part was struggling under the curse of the "werewolf", and the other part seemed to be hanging high in the sky, watching indifferently as it struggled in pain under the curse. of myself.
