Chapter 27.5

“We will start now.” Tonight was the night of the new moon. On these nights, when the moon was not visible, was when the strength of the God of Death was at its peak. Cage closed her eyes and gathered her hands together in front of her. It looked different than when people were praying. Her two palms were pointed toward Taylor and herself. Oooooong. A small vibration filled the air. At the same time, a black smoke started to come out of Cage’s fingertips and surrounded the three of them. ‘Is this holy power?’ Cale was filled with an odd sensation while feeling the power around him. It was definitely different from ancient powers, but it was still warm, even though it was black. “I, Cage, a daughter of the eternal night, wishes to borrow the name of the night to make a vow alongside Taylor Stan. A vow is made with our lives, anyone who breaks this vow will descend into eternal darkness.” Cage opened her eyes and looked toward Cale and Taylor before continuing to speak. “I, Cage, and Taylor Stan, vow to keep tonight’s discussions a secret only to be shared with the witness, Cale Henituse. We will not discuss this with anyone else.” “With anyone else.” Taylor repeated the ending words. Cage closed her eyes after hearing Taylor’s voice. The black smoke surrounded the three of them once again. And then, Ooooong. With another vibration, the smoke disappeared. The vow was finished. “Pretty simple.” Cale could feel an odd sensation in his hand while sharing his thoughts. It was similar to ancient powers. He could sense the things related to the vow. “The sensation you feel right now is the power of the vow. The moment we break the vow, young master Cale will be informed of our deaths as the witness.” “I see.” Cale easily accepted her explanation. He had no choice because of the sensation in his hand. He started to inspect the difference between the divine power and the ancient power inside of him. At that moment, Taylor put the bottle of alcohol he brought at the middle of the table. Tap. The bottle now sat at the middle of the table. “Young master Cale, will you have a drink?” “A drink?” Cale hid his desire for them to leave, and asked what they meant. Taylor nodded his head at Cale’s question. “Yes. Alcohol. Alcohol is necessary on a good day.” Taylor wanted to drink with Cale, someone he could not trust until recently. Cage seemed to have figured something out by his actions, and started to smile before putting her hand into the wide sleeves of her priestess outfit. “Tada!” Three shot glasses came out of her sleeve. “Ho.” Cale looked at the shot glasses, the bottle of alcohol, and the priestess with disbelief. He could not believe that she carried shot glasses in her sleeves. “Priestess-nim.” “Yes?” “You are amazing.” She was a true alcoholic. Cale took a glass from her, and Taylor filled the glass. Once all three of their glasses were full, Cage asked Cale a question. “Young master Cale, is it not weird that a priestess is drinking?” Cale tilted his head to one side and asked. “Is that any of my business?” Cale did not care whether she drank or not. “Wow. I really like you.” Cage shared her admiration while smacking her knee with her other hand. She then coyishly asked Cale. “Young master Cale, do you not have any desire to get to know an older sister with a great personality?” “Nope.” Cale sternly answered and Taylor quickly added on. “...What about an older brother with a great personality?” “Even less.” Cage and Taylor both started to laugh instead of being disappointed at Cale’s answer. Cale could not tell what was funny about his response, but lifted up his glass and started to speak. “Cheers.” Clang. The three glasses clanged together. A night of a new moon. There was no moon in the sky, but this alcohol that was deeper than the moon, and created a thread connecting these three individuals. The next morning. “Young master, shall we head out?” Cale did not know whether Hans was slow or just found this to be funny. Deputy butler Hans had heard the situation from Cale and pretended to not see the two people in the corner of Cale’s carriage, instead loudly asking Cale whether they should leave. “Yes. Let’s go.” Of course, Cale casually gave the command to go. Two hours. They would arrive at the entrance of the capital in two hours.