"Do you need my help with the wound on your arm?" Agnes asked with a calm look.
Miss Gregory's hand that retracted her arm couldn't help but pause for a moment, and then withdrew it with a somewhat forced smile.
"No..." Miss Gregory wanted to deny Agnes's idea out loud, but was directly interrupted by Agnes' words.
"It hurts all the time, doesn't it?"
"It's just a little scratch, and there's no bleeding. I don't think it needs to be taken too seriously." Miss Gregory said in a low voice.
Agnes looked calmly at the girl's left arm, staying there for a long time until Miss Gregory moved her left arm with some discomfort.
"I think you should be more polite, Sister Pagani," Miss Gregory said casually, with a hint of complaint.
Agnes just smiled, raised her head to look at Miss Gregory, and said in a calm voice: "I think you should pay more attention to this wound. Although it does not bleed, it is not because the injury is not serious. ?"
"You can trust the church more, Miss Gregory. I think you understand what I mean." Agnes said, staring closely at Miss Gregory.
Miss Gregory lowered her head and stared closely at her black pointed dance shoes exposed from under her skirt. She was silent for a while and then said: "Yes, if there is anyone in this world who can master extraordinary power, Of course someone from the church is most likely.”
She paused for a while, then turned her head to look at Agnes and said, "You are the person hidden by the church who possesses extraordinary power, right?"
Agnes didn't nod or shake her head, she just looked at Miss Gregory quietly.
Miss Gregory looked at Agnes for a while, then raised her head and covered her eyes, saying: "You look like those images of saints in literary works, with that... ...that kind of..."
Agnes couldn't restrain the corners of her mouth that wanted to twitch, and couldn't help but said: "Miss Gregory, I am just an ordinary nun."
"I know, I know." Miss Gregory nodded repeatedly.
Agnes gave up the idea of continuing to struggle with this aspect and said aloud: "Your wound carries the power of decay and depravity, and it needs to be purified."
Miss Gregory couldn't help but clenched her teeth and said nothing.
"Are you worried about the person who caused this wound? Is that why you always wanted to hide this wound? Is that person your aunt?" Agnes said suddenly.
Miss Gregory turned her head instantly and stared at Agnes.
"It looks like this," Agnes said to herself.
"You are so unpleasant now, Sister Pagani." Miss Gregory said with some anger.
Agnes took a breath and then said: "Sorry, I shouldn't ask this. In fact, the priest has purified the wounds on the wound before, but it was not treated well..."
"No, you just want to test me, Sister Pagani!" Miss Gregory pushed Agnes away and stood up: "I don't want to talk about this now!"
Agnes couldn't help but sigh, held down Miss Gregory with one hand, pinched her eyebrows with the other, and said helplessly: "I think you need to be more careful, otherwise the wound on your arm will It will bleed immediately.”
...
"Miss Pasha is the best dancer."
"Really? Is it selfish or recognized?"
“She was passionate about dance, or so she said.”
"Really? Is it pure desire or vanity?"
"She has energy and passion."
"Then, let her dedicate herself to her desire to dance, and she will become the best lead dancer, but it may require her to give up some small things."
Aiden held the letter in his hand and couldn't help but cast his eyes on Wentz, who just nodded.
Aiden turned the letter over, and the handwriting on it was still exactly the same as before, like a conversation record of a person talking to himself.
"I think the dance I choreographed should be perfect enough, and the lead dancer will be in place soon."
"She will beat the drum of life and lead all those who pledge to join in the chorus."
"All the dancers will sing and dance, endlessly, until the end."
"Gotteles Vitus"
...
"Actually, you know this, don't you? Miss Gregory." Agnes whispered while carefully bandaging the wound on the girl's body.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't tell anything about your aunt, would you?" Agnes let go of her hand and raised her head.
Miss Gregory closed her mouth and said nothing.
"To be honest, if you really still have the idea of being able to hide it from the church in the church, I will really doubt whether you can be called 'little sister' by me." Agnes sat down with a smile. , looked at the other party and said.
"You think you can hide the fact that you are younger than me by talking like this?" Miss Gregory couldn't help but said.
"A mature person will not talk about age." Agnes raised her eyes and said casually.
Miss Gregory opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"But you are actually quite brave." Agnes laughed. "You don't look too scared."
Miss Gregory curled her lips and said, "Okay, a guy who was so brave that he almost died at the hands of the monster his aunt turned into."
"That's not your aunt." Agnes was silent for a while before she said, "And you seem to have expected it."
Miss Gregory lowered her head and was silent for a long time, then raised her head and said, "She no longer looked like the aunt I knew a few months ago."
"Although her relationship with Mr. Winter was not very good at that time... she was not divorced yet," the girl hesitated before speaking, "until she met a man at the theater."
"He said his name was Colclough Galmier and that he was a playwright."
...
"I remember I taught you this dance that originated under the mountains. You should dance it when the moon rises."
"Come on, I think this won't be difficult for you."
The man held the ulna and radius bones of the skeleton with one hand and said with a smile.
He had one hand behind his back and bowed slightly, as if he was preparing to invite the other party to dance at a ball.
"Look, you always say that your sponsor is full of energy, so you should be full of energy; your sponsor is full of passion, so you should be full of passion."
"Well, now that your sponsor is full of passion, you should join me."
…
There was no one in the corridor of the convent, and Agnes almost clung to the wall until she reached the room at the end.
A drumbeat with a strange rhythm came faintly from a distant place, and Agnes felt that her heartbeat seemed to beat to the beat before returning to normal; a feeling of irritability quietly rose in her heart, and the world in her eyes was almost filled with emotion. With a little blood color.
She subconsciously turned her head and looked out the window.
The full moon, as red as blood, appeared in the sky at some point, covering the whole world with a crimson veil.
