"Why didn't you set the fire yesterday?"
The moment she spoke, Angel realized her voice was even hoarser than when she had woken up yesterday. But to make herself sound more imposing, she still tried to make her tone deeper and angrier.
"Didn't I tell you beforehand?"
She added another sentence.
Of course, the raised Good Luck pistol was clearly far more intimidating. Sherlock had just stepped out of the bedroom when he immediately raised both hands at the sight of the dark muzzle. His unbuttoned shirt cuffs slid down to his elbows, exposing two bloody marks on the skin of his forearms.
It reminded her of her madness throughout the previous night, and a complicated expression appeared on her face.
During her first battle with the Desire Apostle, Angel had had all sorts of negative emotions and desires in her mind ignited by his Mental Shock. Thus, before planning to intercept him and fight him again yesterday, she had already made thorough preparations.
And judging from the outcome of the battle, everything had been under control.
But the appearance of Sealed Artifact "1-42" had ruined everything.
Just as she possessed Anti-Divination, that Sealed Artifact armor could also resist divination. Therefore, in the instant before she was attacked, neither her Magic Mirror nor her spirituality had given any warning. It was only when silvery-white blades emerged from within her body, slicing her limbs and torso into pieces, that Angel realized she had been attacked. She barely escaped through Mirror Substitution, taking the opportunity to move away from where she had been.
Then there had been the Flesh Magic and negative effects of the Rose Necklace, along with her near loss of control while severely injured...
The instant Sherlock grabbed her, she had even mistaken the detective, who likewise had black