Bab 50: 50- "You are weird, Michael. I've never seen a person that shape shifts his soul."

Dominus departed the palace that night and headed for the church. Everywhere was silent and it bought him a duration to speculate. But his thinking was disturbed by the appearance of a person.

"You're not going to that convent, are you?"

It was Forsyth.

"That none of your business."

"It is now my business since the deranged you took my pet," Forsyth said as he laid his back on a tree. The steady wind was pushing his hair in different trends.

"I'm not holding you back from finding her,"

"Well… I might kill him, and you know, he's you."

"I have no time for your absurdity, Forsyth."

"Don't tell me you're scared of that witchy woman," Forsyth let out, referring to their mother's arrival.

"When you have to tidy someone's mess, you'll know,"

"Don't strive to be the hero every moment, Dominus, You don't have to protect everybody," Forsyth advised.