On the vast land, the pitch-black train almost blended into the night, moving forward with the roar of machinery and the snow waves. It ran so fast that it seemed that no past hatred could catch up with it.
Lorenzo opened the car door, and the cold wind rushed in. The soft moonlight was broken up by the snow curtain, dyeing the night into a hazy gray. They were like the mist of old Dunling, covering every place. There were indistinguishable sounds behind the curtain, as if a monster was moving forward under the heavy snow.
He looked down at the pocket watch in his hand. It had been a long time since they boarded the train. It was already the second half of the night. They were now far away from where humans gathered. At this moment, this train was the only one moving alone within a radius of dozens of kilometers.
Putting away the pocket watch and closing the door, Lorenzo muttered something under his breath, as if he was calculating the time.
A slight noise came from the dim carriage, and Seleu woke up. She was wrapped in a blanket, like a caterpillar waiting to break out of its cocoon.
"You can still sleep a little longer, we still have time."
Lorenzo said.
In the darkness, the girl shook her head.
"I've had enough sleep."
She sat up and leaned against the edge of the cargo. Actually, she was still a little sleepy, but it was really difficult to fall asleep in this situation.
There was a faint pungent smell in the carriage, which seemed to be some kind of chemical. The carriage made a slight sound and shook, just like a mother's cradle, but this cradle was made of steel and was running wildly on the rails at a speed of tens of kilometers per hour.
“It’s a bit like the old days.”
Lorenzo lit a cigarette, and a bright light appeared in the darkness, illuminating half of his somewhat tired face.
"Before? In Gaulnalo?"
Seryuu said as he thought about it.
It was the same many years ago, two people huddled in a corner in the dark, chatting casually.
At that time, Seleu's world was just that forgotten town. When Lorenzo took her out of the town, she suddenly understood the "outside world".
In an instant her world expanded, from that small town to Gaulnalo and Yngveg.
"No, it's longer, probably when I was still in the Demon Hunting Cult."
Lorenzo recalled.
"That's how everyone was back then. They hunted down heretics, and when they got tired they would just find a place to rest, sit around the campfire, lean on their spiked swords, without words or communication. Under the light of the fire, everyone was as devout as a warrior of God."
As he said this he chuckled.
It is a very wonderful feeling. Although there is no sound, you can clearly know that you are not alone. As the flames sway, you can hear their breathing and feel their presence.
"You look like you miss that time."
"Yeah, the Evangelical Church is a bunch of bullshit, but what does that have to do with me growing up there?"
Lorenzo thought about the past.
"We are all good people, even though all the good people are dead."
"So that's why you want to kill Priest Lawrence so much?"
"Of course. They were all my good friends. They died in such an unclear way. He thought he was fighting for the sacredness, but he didn't know that all this was caused by Lawrence's betrayal."