With Love, Weltenschmerz

No way, she's in my body? She must be as confused as me. I wonder how much of a shock it must be when she finds out about Liselotte's body being found. Or her story! I wouldn't want to be her right now. If there was a way that this happened, there must be a way out.

But what did she say? So-Jin? What? How does she know?

"Bertha, how do you know that name?"

"It's yours, isn't it? I should always know the names of my guests!"

She didn't even answer my question, but something else lingers my mind.

 Does Bertha know that her brother isn't her brother? Right, Anton's soul is no longer there, he even admitted to me.

"Hey, Bertha, do you know-"

"Shit! Guess like we got visitors!"

I looked out the window alongside Bertha. There was an army of men. They were still making their way to the house, so we still had time to escape.

"Bertha! We have to go!" I yelled toward Bertha, but she seemed to have other ideas.

Bertha shook her head and grabbed my wrist to a fireplace. The next thing she did was push the fireplace aside, showing a secret passageway. Bertha soon pushed me into the fireplace before saying, "It would be very unkind of me to involve my guest in my problems. The passage leads out to the backyard! Make sure there's nobody there, and we wouldn't want all our efforts to go to waste now, would we?'

Before I could say anything else, she closed the passageway. I could only hear muffled voices, so I had to hurry and escape.

As I was going down the passageway, I found a book. "Die Ätherische Symphonie der Transzendenz. Weltenschmerz Ver."

The book. That name. Why is it here? No wait. Why can't I remember the significance of that book? I feel like I'm about to burst into tears, but what for? This is just a book!

I opened the book to read its contents but was greeted with a mere letter addressed to the Die Meisterin.

"Dear Die Meisterin,"

"After our argument, I understand why you abandoned me, our work, and our lives. But I can't comprehend why Anton is your successor. You even said yourself that he wasn't worthy. But my dear Bertha, there's something more to him than his stubbornness and dumbfounded mind. Perhaps you see it too."

"Despite that, he's still using your title. I wouldn't be surprised if people sought him out as a girl disguised as a man. You should ask him to change it to "Der Meister." Until then, Bertha, I will write to you once Anna Klein has received orders."

With love,

- Weltenschmerz

Weltenschmerz, so his name pops up once again. I put the note back into the book as I carry it—no more distractions. I need to leave.