It had already been 3 days since the attack at the Moonlight Courtyard. Leon had nearly fully healed from all the damage he had taken in the last several days.
His fast recovery was thanks to Charlotte's help, who purchased potions from a certain apothecary that she apparently knew.
I don't get it, why is she helping me out so much? From helping me heal, to helping me become a beyonder. Even the acting method.
The acting method was not some common knowledge in the world of beyonders, in fact it was even valuable information that one shouldn't give out.
The acting method involves acting according to the sequence name, increasing the speed of digestion and reducing risks when advancing.
Leon could act like a Marauder and wander around stealing things, but that would be the most superficial method. Instead, he was looking for a deeper meaning in his "role" as a Marauder.
By the definition i should be moving around to plunder, but there's no way that's all there is to it.
Whilst thinking about the acting method his mind went back to Charlotte.
Why is she helping me so much?
Leon thought the reason was simple, to strengthen the White Hounds in the current war that was happening.
There has to be something else... or maybe I'm thinking about it too deeply. Charlotte was the one to give me a home after my parents...
Leon Wright would have never doubted Charlotte, but it was a different story with Daniel Torres.
"I guess i can figure it out later. God, there are so many things i have to think about."
An hour later after finishing a long workout session he sat down at his desk, scratching the side of his head while fidgeting with a fountain pen.
"The Primordial Ancient Light..."
He heard a whisper and turned to look around, his eye flickering towards every corner of the room.
"W-whos there?!"
Then the male voice was heard again, this time it was slightly louder.
"The Omnipotent and Omniscient Sovereign of Sin Who Guides Humankind..."
A male voice, someone is chanting my honorific name.
Leon quickly put everything down, clasped his hands together and raised them, thumbs slowly pressing against his eyelids.
In only a few seconds he was transported into the cathedral of light where the whispers grew even louder.
He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again, mist had began to gather inside the cathedral, and forming a vivid image.
There, sitting on his heels was Morris Byrne, praying to the Primordial Light.
"The Primordial Ancient Light;
The Omnipotent and Omniscient Sovereign of Sin Who Guides Humankind, The God That Hates Everything, Yet Loves Everything;
The Artist of Life."
It works, kind of didn't expect it to actually work.
His lips curled up into a smirk while he observed the praying Morris.
Morris who was sitting inside of a small bedroom was hoping for some kind of response from the great deity after chanting "His" name.
"I'm here..."
Morris couldn't help but light up after hearing the response, though moment was short lived when Ruth entered the room.
The vivid image slowly began to blur until Leon could no longer watch.
"It might be because of my weak spirituality, in the future i might be able to see a little more..."
The mist had dispersed allowing the beautiful warm light to filter through the windows once more.
"Mrs. Aries hasn't tried chanting my name from the looks of it, she's clearly much more cautious and careful. She's a believer of the Earth Mother without a doubt."
Leon didn't know much about the Church of the Earth Mother, other than it being the only religion in the Feynapotter Kingdom.
There should also be a church here in Backlund, the Harvest Church in rose street!
To his knowledge it was ran by someone called Utravsky, father Utravsky.
Leon remained in the cathedral of light for some time and discovered that he could stay there for 30 minutes before his life was put in danger. He quickly jumped back into the real world where he entered cogitation and calmed himself down.
"Phew, what now? Oh that's right."
After the incident at the Hôtel Les Saisons Ramenées the Church of the Evernight Goddess had been keeping an close eye on the survivors, and Leon was being constantly under surveillance.
There was no telling what could happen to the survivors, one might go insane, the other could turn into a monster.
This just makes my job harder than it needs to be.
Rivals, police and now a church.
So many people to throw off my tail.
Leon stood up and grabbed his coat before throwing on a flat cap and putting on his round glasses, making sure he looked more presentable.
He stepped outside and took a carriage to the neighbouring Cherwood Borough that housed small companies and residential buildings.
I'm Edward Morgan, not Leon Wright.
He was looking to move out, again.
I hope it won't look suspicious to them or anything.
The ride there took some time but he decided to stop right outside a cane store where he stood for a moment, observing all his surroundings. He stepped inside in order to browse, without any plans of really buying anything.
"Can you believe it? That boy Jurgen is quiet a great lawyer!"
He overheard two very loud pompous customers in the opposite side of the store gossiping about the matters of other people.
A lawyer... I haven't thought about it! If I get into any trouble, which I most certainly will i need to have someone that has my back.
He continued to listen to the lady and man gossiping, but most of their chatter was useless information.
"Did you hear of the ball that is being held by the hall family? I have an invitation!"
I'll just ask.
Leon cleared his throat and quietly approached the two, trying to sound older.
"Excuse me, if I may ask... I've overheard you talk about a lawyer named Jurgen, could you give me his address?"
The lady turned and sighed, looking kind of annoyed.
"Uh, Jurgen, of course! Jurgen Cooper, he lives in the nearby Minsk Street. Unit 58 Minsk Street."
He gave her a small bow that made her smile.
"Thank you." Since she was looking annoyed he decided to keep it short and drew a triangular shape on his chest, a prayer gesture.
When he left the store, Leon observed his surroundings once more, this time he noticed a stranger in a top hat watching him from the other side of the street who sat on a bench reading the Tussock Times.