"How is it? Do you find it subversive?"
The Secret Keeper paused, its interest piqued as it searched for any sign of shock on Grimm's face.
To the Lunar Monster that had secrecy as its authority, nothing was more exhilarating than breaking the sacred taboo of confidentiality. It was in these moments that its power surged, drawing strength from the shock and awe of its victims.
"So, you're telling me that William Kane is the missing eighth Holy Spirit?"
Grimm's expression froze, his tone hesitant as he tried to gain confirmation.
"Here's the thing, mortal," the Secret Keeper spoke smugly, its hopes to devour the soul growing stronger with every passing moment.
"But… isn't this common knowledge?"
For the first time, Grimm spoke not because he was prompted by the Presiding Judge, but because he was puzzled.
"What?"
…
After all, it has been imprisoned in that book and has traveled with me for 1,008 years…
