[h3]The Lumenflower Garden, Upper Cathedral Ward, high above western Yharnam[/h3]
Harold turned first in the neck, then the waist, until he was looking back at the quartet of reality-hopping Hunters, a smile on his lips and a sharp look in his eyes. He studied Ophelia, blinked his eyes and slowly nodded his head.
“There is still much you don't know, dear, about a great many things,” he told her, his tone lightly teasing. “But of course this first batch, including Farren and Torquil – and you were the first – is only one test. We will continue developing it and make it better. If nothing else, having only two successes out of forty-four subjects is unacceptable. And if there are any other quirks with our false Paleblood, like your Dream acting strangely at times, we will fix those as well. We are only getting started, dear. These two are just the beginning. Imagine, in but several years' time, Yharnam could have its very own army of immortal Hunters.”