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When You Transmigrate to Other Times

"The world is full of mystery. I've heard that all my life and it seems to be true. But if I go through something mysterious myself, will I be believed? Maybe I'll think I'm crazy, or everything that happens to me in my everyday life is just something I'm dreaming and soon I'll wake up. Questions without answers..." Everything changes after he returns from a pilgrimage to a miraculous statue of the Holy Virgin Mary, when he becomes the victim of a plane accident in which, with no hope left, he prays alongside the other passengers, gives his final blessing, and then... And then what? He wakes up on a bench. Where exactly? Right in the heart of the most important square in the world, in Rome, caput mundi, as the Latins used to say. What is he doing there? He remembered the airplane accident, but he also had other memories. How did he get here, what year is it? He was at the Vatican, but still... Is it the year 1492?!

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Chapter XXVII: If it weren't for you, I'd be dead now

Everything went smoothly, including the "sharing of peace" moment, when I shook hands with all the priests present at the altar, including Cesare. That hand that a week ago... It doesn't matter.

After the distribution of communion and the events during it, a very agitated man with a sword in hand stood up and rushed towards the altar.

"Cesare Borgia, it's time for you to die! You will pay for all the evil things your father has done..."

"Someone react...", Marcus began to shout, but to my surprise, everyone was frozen in their seats.

If I don't do something, Cesare is really going to die, isn't he? I have to decide between my feelings for him and the hatred I have because I feel betrayed. Damn my heart, I can't let him die.