117 WHEN THE ROSE-COLORED GLASSES BREAK

"NEOMA saw a black crow with red eyes in her dream while she was trapped in a demon's territory," Nikolai announced to Glenn and Kyle who both looked shocked by what he said. "In that dream, apparently, the black crow watched her as she was dying."

Right now, he was in his office to start his day with work.

Saint Zavaroni was resting in the room that he lent him. It was a room with its own bathroom for his privacy. The only servants that he sent to assist His Holiness were Alphen and Stephanie, the head butler and head maid of Neoma's residence. It was rude to only send two attendants for someone with such a high status as the saint. But it couldn't be helped.

After all, the other servants shouldn't know that the saint was still in Yule Palace.

"It was the symbol of that cult, wasn't it?" Glenn asked, then he nervously looked at Kyle's side. "But we already wiped them out."