The next day, Angel came to Sherlock Moriarty's home at 15 Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
"I was thinking that after what happened that day, you might lie low for a while, or even leave Backlund. I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
Sherlock, who opened the door, was still dressed in his white shirt and black vest for staying at home. His coat and hat for going out hung by the door, while the fireplace blazed fiercely, driving away the chill of early winter.
Angel's most important purpose in coming this time was to thank Sherlock for his help that day. Although Mr. Fool had played a part in it, Sherlock must have rushed to the scene at full speed that night to draw away the Nighthawks in time, allowing her to wait until the characteristics—part of the characteristics—had been extracted instead of returning empty-handed.
Thus, she had brought nearly all the Mystical Items and Beyonder Characteristics.
"You mean I can choose some of the spoils from that day?"
Sherlock looked doubtfully at Angel, who sat on the sofa by the bay window. After briefly recounting that day's battle, she had gone straight to the point, catching him somewhat off guard.
"Yes. You helped me greatly. This is the share you deserve."
Including their accidental encounter with the Devil Dog, she had cooperated with this detective and Magician three times already, and the process had been quite pleasant. Angel's initiative in yielding part of the benefits was partly out of courtesy and partly to maintain their relationship.
"Those were gains from your battle. I merely, well, followed Mr. Fool's orders and drew away the official Beyonders."
Sherlock spoke seriously, showing no temptation toward Beyonder Characteristics worth a fortune.
Angel had not expected him to refuse such readily