Traveling high above the clouds, a dark raven flew towards the East.
Seated on its back was Celine. She had only parted with William an hour ago, and yet the distance between them had widened significantly. Deep inside, she was relieved that her disciple had grown up to be an outstanding man.
She had a taste on just how outstanding William was, in that one week that they had been together.
Oliver, who was lurking in Celine's shadow, finally spoke up after the Tower of Babylon disappeared from view.
"Mistress, is Little Will perhaps…"
"No."
Celine cut off Oliver's question because she already knew what he was going to ask.
"He's not the Prince in the Prophecy," Celine stated. "A crest didn't appear on my body."
"... I see."
