Maybe because of something you keep in there.” He pointed at the closed bedroom’s door and Manigoldo could feel his stomach tightened a knot.“I keep nothing in there.”The Virgo was not moving, nor at all showing any sign of hostility as he continued his words, “I did my early morning meditation just now, and during it, unexpectedly I caught this strange cosmos that supposedly do not belong to any resident of Sanctuary. It is unknown and eerie and very similar to the one coming from that Bennu specter. And then the next thing I knew, it came from your honorable temple.”He walked closer and, still showing no sign of any wickedness, stopped right before him, “Now, according to Sisyphus, I, like any other saints, am obligated to report any form of anomaly ever occurred in this place. And thus, that’s why I came here, because I clearly have to ask you, what do you think I supposed to do with this discovery, friend?”So the Virgo knew.But of course. What else Manigoldo could expect?The Italian breathed, straining himself from showing any sign of panic and then replied carefully, “Then that depends on how devoted you are as a saint, Asmita. Not that I question that, but if you really ask me, then I would suggest that you walk away.”His brows rose up, “Walk away?”“Yes,” Manigoldo responded, “As I too will walk away soon, as I have no whatsoever intention to create any disruption in this place. No one need to know of this, no one other than you know I’m here, and I’d like to keep it that way.”“Ah,” he looked amused, “So you plan to go hiding out with your little secret?”“I’m.... yes that will be my plan.”“Why you brought.... it... here in the first place then?”Manigoldo shrugged, “I don’t know. Perhaps because I have no other place to go to.”“Hmm, understandable,” Asmita breathed, “Although with the whole thing going, I must say this is a very un-saint like of you, don’t you think?”“Well it’s me. Sometimes I could behave very un-saint like, as you know it. And it is not about that either. By leaving, it’ll be better for everything, for me, you and everyone too.” Manigoldo waited for a moment as Asmita kept quiet, before he then went on, “Although I am aware that my decision there will then lead to the next question : do you agree to walk away as I have asked, my friend Asmita?”“Well,” the younger saint responded calmly, “Come to think of it, all your explanation just makes me have a rather strong feeling that you would rather kill me if I don’t agree with that request of yours. Or am I wrong?”Manigoldo sighed tiredly as the conversation had just spiraling down so fast and he shook his head, “I do think that won’t be necessary, Asmita. I prefer to hear your answer first and perhaps we could talk of it afterwards.”“I see.” As a reply, Asmita flashed him one exceedingly sweet smile, before he then turned around and sighed, mumbling in a voice that could be heard by his comrade, “So, decision decision.”Manigoldo watched him attentively, alert for even any small movement might came from the long haired Virgo. His mind reeled for any possible way out, and that including a way out for the something he was indeed keeping in his bedroom. Badly, other than fighting, he could see none.When the next Asmita turned to face him again, there was no smile on him, but the tender expression remained as he spoke, “Manigoldo, do you aware of what happened to Albafica?”Manigoldo breathed, “I do.”“You do? You weren’t even there.”“I saw it in my head when you entered his mind,” the Cancer explained, slowly, “Partly, that was, as I didn’t quite see what Sisyphus did to him after that. But yeah, I do have some.... imagination about it.”“Right. Albafica is in jail now and might be sentenced to death soon.”“I know. I could guess that it would be his punishment.”