Bab 157: CLVII. Custos Ranae, Custos Leo.

Vanilla felt her conscience going black and her feet falling on themselves. Her guts twisted against each other, and her skin froze, getting the texture similar to a peeled chicken. "Are you alright?" The Patriarch asked, halting outside the wooden cubicle.

"Y-yeah…" Vanilla straightened up and took a deep breath. "..Let us go."

The old man nodded and turned around, walking to the center of the ample room made of rocks and dirt. Vanilla slowly followed behind. What did just happen to her mind? It was as if it had suddenly got drained by a freezing force, forcing her soul out of her carnal body into the neverending void. That voice was one she had not heard in more than one year. She felt invaded and crept off; Nihil had begun to directly communicate with her in such a way.