On Wednesday evening, Angel took a hired carriage to West Borough.
She had originally assumed that an evil and secretive organization like the Demoness Sect would hide in places such as South District or Cherwood Borough. Unexpectedly, like Mr. A of the Aurora Order, they preferred wealthy, heavily policed areas such as Queens Borough and West Borough.
When the carriage reached Palm Avenue, Angel paid the fare and stepped down, only to find that this was a spacious and sparsely populated wealthy district. Large residences with gardens lined the streets, while luxurious four-wheeled carriages bearing all kinds of crests raced along the road. There were hardly any pedestrians in sight.
Far more conspicuous than I imagined...
Angel withdrew her probing gaze and followed the street to the address written on the note: a three-story villa nestled amid exquisite landscaped gardens.
Night had already fallen, yet a dutiful guard still stood watch at the entrance. He seemed to have been informed of Angel's arrival and asked her to wait while he went inside to announce her.
A few minutes later, a young woman in a black-and-white maid's dress arrived at the entrance with the guard and led Angel inside.
"Madam is waiting for you in the Reception Room."
The maid was well trained. From beginning to end, that was the only sentence she spoke to Angel. She led her through a connected hall bustling with servants, then down a lavishly decorated corridor laid with thick carpets, finally bringing her to a Reception Room on the eastern side of the first floor.
Entering the Reception Room alone, Angel noticed the maid close the door behind her.
"Welcome, lost Witch. Your punctual arrival brings me great satisfaction."
A voice that did not sound particularly young, yet carried an infectious quality, came from behind