Sometime in the morning, the sun shone in from the high glass window, bathing the hotel room in a dim golden light.
Standing naked by this window was Cedric with a distant expression on his face. He seemed lost in thought as he took a drag from his pipe. It was something stronger this time, cured tobacco leaf to be precise.
'I think my heart has begun to allow me to sense karmic threads. I'm not sure I fully understand it yet, but it's what gives me those subtle premonitions. Just like the bad feeling I had before reaching Isola Bella. Turns out that warning was meant for Aika. Thinking about it, it seems to be the ties that connect people through events and choices. The thread I felt was the one connecting Aika to that demon, and the events surrounding it were tied to the karmic deeds of their past, present, and future. The demon hurt her in the past and deserved karmic retribution, which led to him receiving it. Hm…'
