Claude's speech, the way he acted, and even the way he carried himself were like those of an adult. He looked mature for his age.
So, I didn't expect him to say he liked playing with me. I couldn't help but smile.
Then, he suddenly looked stunned. His gaze was fixated on my smile. Did this child rarely smile at him? It was hard to act like this person when I didn't have any memory of how he acted toward young Claude.
"Why is it holy?" I asked, fishing for answers to feed my curiosity. I stared at him, wondering if it was okay to act like myself.
Claude blinked. Then his gaze moved up and met my eyes. Although he quickly bowed his head and fumbled with my left foot, I still noticed how his face was flushed. He was flustered. But he recovered quickly and answered while washing my other foot, "A holy man was buried underneath."
"Do you know who it is?"
