"Nathan--!"

Cecelia's roar came again, closer and closer. Nathan smiled and shook his head, moving half a step to the left. A moment later, the French window against which he had stood was smashed by a silvery figure.

Cecelia, who had broken through the window, landed safely in the middle of Nathan's office and looked at him with a fierce look.

Nathan looked at Cecelia playfully and joked, "Presbyter Cecelia, why did you choose to come this way instead of taking the elevator? Speaking of this, are you forgetting Presbyter Clark's punishment for vandalism?"

Cecelia's anger grew when Nathan mentioned Clark.

"Nathan, you......"

"Miss!"

A ringing voice made Cecelia turn...