『What kind of crap is that?』

Yeon-woo and Kahn turned to Victoria. The other two Sadhu that Yeon-woo hadn’t met yet were also greatly shocked and staring at her. The trees on the mountaintop shook violently from the turbulence of their thoughts.  

『I’ll tell you the details here, come to Kindred’s house. Even if you don’t want to come, just—』 Victoria stopped speaking.

Kahn shut his mouth. He had just mustered up the courage to tell Yeon-woo about Doyle, but he’d lost his chance. Yeon-woo looked too confused to listen to him. ‘Dead? The bishop of the Devil Army? How?’

***

『Sigh...』 Victoria leaned back in her chair, still shaken. The stories about Kindred had begun to fade after he’d been on the twentieth...