The school he once attended was completely gone, but he dressed this place up like the academy's library, as if desperately mocking himself in the dark, mocking himself for being part of the Praise Society yet still able to accomplish nothing.
Faust let out a silent breath, calming his emotions.
He walked inside and saw the familiar decor, familiar layout, and even the familiar shelves and books, as if it were a one-to-one replica of the academy library. Faust walked in silently.
"Harley, is it you? Back so soon?" It seemed the person tidying up the books was a boy just over a meter tall.
He looked quite young, dressed in well-fitting, gentlemanly clothes, with a pocket watch pinned to his chest. In his right eye socket, he held a monocle.
He was Mephisto, the only god in this world and also the Twelfth Apostle of the Mist Council.
