Faustina had gone out of the room and Orwell now propped to the couch with head leaned to the cushion. Orwell was the one who told Faustina to get out and unwind to refresh her mind first. But now that she's taking quite a bit long, Orwell realized that it might have been a bad idea after all. He stood up and then ambled his way outside the room. It was quite a chilly noon, because autumn was nearing. Orwell realized he had the wrong pair of clothes.
Orwell had been wondering for a while now; about Magierstadt's decisions and the reason why Faustina had a sealed mana and was chased by a marionette. He wondered some happenstances seem to connect, but their links are missing. All resided into mere predictions. Orwell guessed that their hypotheses lack evidence and proof but… "They're still plausible."
He walked towards the hallway with only one thing in mind.
Faustina.
