"Good night, Jeanne, Mykel," Brynhilde stood up after the three of them had a lot of drinks while they were waiting for the nighttime. Brynhilde was curious about Jeanne's story and how she became a Goddess. She listened to the story for hours and finally understood the situation and what Mykel's goal was.
"Good night, Bryn," Jeanne waved and smiled as she watched Brynhilde leave the private dining room.
There was still half a bottle left and decided to enjoy it before they started collecting Bhatmelec's soul.
"It's time," Mykel said as he looked at the empty bottle in front of him. "Are you nervous?" Mykel asked.
"As long as you're guiding me, I think everything should be fine," Jeanne answered as she swirled the glass of wine in her right hand.
They both went all the way up to the palace's rooftop, the secret garden. They looked at the city and there was nobody on the street. It was just silence and the sound of the chill wind hitting their garments.
