What the hell did the previous Lucien do to the church?! I covered my face, hardly suppressing a scream.
Alya was in a similar state of shock and disbelief. With everything Alya said about why captains can't be here, she was believing Zhenny's words. I knew why, and that made my urge to find a high roof increase further.
"What is your source?" Alya leaped suddenly, grabbing Zhenny's still recovering throat in both her hands.
Zhenny's eyes widened; she hadn't recovered enough to resist Alya.
"Relax, Alya, we are not enemies anymore." I rushed to grab Alya by her waist and chest, pulling her away from the panting Zhenny.
I turned to her with a sigh, tightening my grip around Alya. "Can you be more detailed?"
There was no point pretending; she already knew I was Lucien Bloodborne. Her source was either really legit, or she figured it out by us not dying to her attack and our red eyes.
She nodded slowly, standing up with the gray haired old man's help.
