Emlyn fell silent for two seconds as he lowered his chin and asked, "Who… is it?"
To him, angels were naturally worthy of respect, but those who could truly make him bow his head were the important figures addressed as "He" by every Sanguine. "They" had witnessed and experienced the Sanguine's long history, the source of his pride.
"I'm not sure. But in short, I'll notify you when the time comes." Cosmi Odora shook his head.
…The person is coming because of the Ancestor's revelation? There are subsequent instructions? Why doesn't the Ancestor directly give me a revelation? This will be better concealed. I'm "Her" chosen one! This is to avoid agitating Mr. Fool? Questions flashed past Emlyn's mind as he answered them himself.
He didn't speak further as he wore his top hat and left Odora's villa.
