The servants who helped Neirin take off their clothes looked horrified and speechless. They kept looking down, afraid to make eye contact, especially when Neirin's expression was far too cold than normal.
Neirin commanded them to burn the clothes and leave after assisting her. All the servants followed without any question.
As the door closed, they looked at each other. They were biting their lips, afraid to talk, but after the fear subsided, information, malicious rumors, and gossip would soon ring in every corner of the court of miracles.
They had witnessed different murders and killers before, but they never saw someone being drenched like that! She looked like a reaper waiting to harvest dead people!
Even though they are an underground organization, gossip spreads like fire and plague. Words travel in people's mouths, and some ears are present to hear them.
