Chapter 51: What the Hell… I Started Wondering If I Was the Fiend

Celestspire, Amos Saggus's sleeping hall. Alessia Jubbs stood there with sorrow carved into her face. A wine jug had shattered at her feet, shards scattered across the floor. She stared at Jimmy Lyson with a chill that bit to the bone. "Saintess Alessia, it wasn't me…" Jimmy looked dazed. His gaze flicked to the table, to the head resting there, and the color drained from his face until it turned a sickly green. Earlier, he had used the excuse of fetching more wine, claiming he would be right...