Juliana went to answer the door.
But before she could inform me who it was, a young man with light brown hair burst right in.
"Samael—!?" he cried out in a squeaky thin voice, hurriedly stumbling into the living room while bravely holding back tears.
But the moment his eyes landed on the pile of Essence Stones in front of me, he froze.
His wide, bluish-tinted eyes glistened behind spectacles so large they covered half his face, giving him an owl-like appearance.
He turned toward me, parting his quivering lips to speak. His cheeks were flushed red, as if he'd been crying all the way here.
But before he could say a word, Juliana appeared behind him.
And the disturbingly furious scowl on her face suggested she was about to grab him by the collar and drag him outside.
Thankfully, I intervened before she traumatized the poor guy any further than he already looked.
