I beg your pardon. We will explain everything now. May I ask for the verdict to be postponed until afterwards?"
At Carlyle's words, the room that was frozen in time began to move once more.
I think his words were directed to everyone present.
However, the pope, the cardinal, Cliff, Belmondo, Therese, and the members of Anastasia Keep, were all looking towards me.
The miko was tugging on my sleeve.
Tugging with both hands.
At some point unknown to me, I had released her hand.