"So… it's you. Have you slept well? As for me… sleep wouldn't come."

He was sitting in a suitable place in the village stained with the blood of heretics where the purification was completed, wiping the blood off his halberd. He looked at you approaching from a little distance and gave a small smile.

"Have you ever been afraid of dreaming? I wish… I were like you."

His expression darkened a little.