Insufficient essential information for divination would lead to failure. Angel had anticipated it, but she still let out a disappointed sigh upon receiving such a result.
But now that she had her suspicions, she intended to find an opportunity to test them, just as she had sought out Sherlock Moriarty on the night of the Tarot Club gathering and asked about his identity.
Perhaps the Psychology Alchemists seminar before the weekend would be a good opportunity.
Of course, such a test required great care. She could not damage the rare relationship she had built with the other party. Not only did the Demoness Sect's subsequent missions require her to continue approaching the Hall Family, but she also held a rather favorable impression of that intelligent young lady.
Creak—
Angel pushed open the door to Kavi Clock Shop and walked inside. Dim gas lamps illuminated the interior, while Kavi knelt behind the glass counter, reaching toward an empty spot in the corner to place a pocket watch.
"There's a doorbell outside. If I were you, I'd obediently ring it instead of pushing the door open and coming in. That's very rude."
Kavi's muffled voice came through the glass. Obediently, Angel stepped back outside, pressed the doorbell that had not been there during her last visit, then entered again amid its crisp chime.
"So it's you. I thought it was one of those people who only look and never buy..." Kavi had already risen from behind the counter and dusted off her grimy hands. "Have you finally made up your mind to buy that revolver?"
"No, I'd like to try repairing this weapon first."
Angel followed Kavi to the workbench, took out the soft whip once used by the Beyonder Katie at Capim Mansion, and handed the weapon, now broken into