She likes ice cream? So do I. That's no problem. Pregnant women often develop tastes they never had before... Angel thought little of it. The cook she had hired was mediocre at Intis cuisine, but could make all the desserts popular in Loen, including ice cream.
By then, she and Ribak had returned to the small sitting room's entrance. He quickly briefed her on Baronet Best, who was not on the guest list, then hurried off to arrange the ice cream and an apology gift.
After the maid Aisha opened the door, Angel composed herself and walked gracefully into the sitting room. Near the balcony, in a seating area with an excellent view, she met the three visitors.
Aaron Ceres, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, was a tall, thin young man with gold-rimmed glasses and a somewhat aloof expression. Angel had heard he was a renowned surgeon and had imagined him as middle-aged. His youth surprised her.
His face was familiar, though. She soon remembered the couple who had strayed into her battle with Ms. D, an Oracle of the Aurora Order, during her last stay in Backlund. Ms. D's Flame Spear had been bearing down on Angel's escape route, but two ordinary people were directly ahead of her. She had been forced to take the blow, then fired the Good Luck revolver to trigger its special effect and gravely wound the Shepherd.
If I hadn't been lucky enough to trigger sixteen times the damage, I might have died there. And so might this surgeon... Angel looked toward the only person seated in the room, a black-haired woman.
She had a gentle, refined face and appeared to be about twenty-five, at that age when youth's awkwardness had faded but time had yet to leave a mark. Her belly stood high