"Director, do you happen to know someone named Roman?"

"Roman?"

"I heard he’s a theologian."

Elise couldn't shake off the “unknown” man’s tip from the previous night for even a moment.

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Experiment.

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When Elise pieced those three fragments together, they perfectly matched a puzzle made up of her memories.

The memory of that day drenched in blood.

The crimson stain that covered everything she was.

She felt uneasy that the man had brought such information, but it was impossible to ignore it.

Still, with the limited information at hand, Elise set out to gather more details.

The starting point was the theologian Roman, mentioned in the tip. She repeated his name to herself constantly to avoid forgetting it.

Hoping the convent director might know, she decided to ask.

The director, who was stroking her chin thoughtfully, responded quickly.

"Theologian Roman. Of course, I know him."

"You do?"

"He’s a theologian who’s gained some fame recently. Why do you ask?"

"I’d like to meet him. Do you know where he works?"

"You’ll find him at the seminary."

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