A silver-haired, violet-eyed girl in a black Gothic dress appeared before everyone.
She smiled sweetly, looking innocent and adorable, but there was an inexplicable maturity and depth hidden in her gaze that belied her youthful appearance.
Upon seeing this figure, all the cultists, including Tia, showed a fervent light in their eyes. They dropped to one knee in reverence and shouted in unison, "Greetings, my lord!"
However, Jormungandr didn't spare them a single glance. Instead, she walked over to Luca's side, her expression shifting into one of obedient gentleness. "What orders do you have for me, Master? I will do everything I can to carry them out!"
Hearing these words, every single member of the Nightmare Cult twitched, their faces twitching in disbelief.
Was this truly their Lord of Dreams?
And she was calling this young man 'Master'… What were they supposed to call him now?
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