[DURING Neoma's meeting with Lewis and Hanna…]
"So, Saint Macaroni– I mean Saint Zavaroni saw a dangerous prophecy," Neoma said while cracking a chocolate chip cookie into two. Sir Glenn secretly delivered a basket of delicious chocolate chip cookies and three mugs of hot chocolate for her, Hanna, and Lewis a while ago. Right now, the three of them were in the tea area of her room. "His Holiness said that he saw me killing His Majesty or something."
Hanna, who was sitting elegantly on the sofa from across her, stopped drinking her hot chocolate midway. "May I implore you to repeat what you just said, Neoma?"
