In the exchange that lasted only a few seconds, Angel once again felt how completely a higher Sequence of the same Pathway could suppress a lower one.
Everything I can do, she can do better. And after advancing to Demigod, what she can do with the Mirror World changes the entire fight... Angel was reminded how lucky she had been to survive even a minute against Lady Despair Panacea when she was only Sequence 6. It also showed that Panacea had been toying with her rather than trying to finish the fight quickly.
Watching Trissy's expression darken further after her identity was exposed, Angel chuckled, walked gracefully to the bed, and sat down. She pointed to the room's only chair.
Threads tugged Trissy across the room. The black-haired Demoness in a black dress was thrown roughly into the chair.
"Let's talk. Why were you watching me?"
When Trissy made no further attempt to resist, Angel asked in a gentle voice.
Trissy's expression shifted several times. She tried again to escape with Mirror Substitution, only to find, unsurprisingly, that every reflective surface her Spirituality could reach was under Angel's control. It was as though a thick barrier separated her from them. Only the two Magic Mirrors she carried, both smeared with her blood, could serve as substitutes, but they would take her nowhere near far enough. She would be caught again in an instant.
"I was watching the ball at No. 39 Böklund Street. Someone I intended to deal with was there, and I happened to notice... you."
She had no choice but to answer honestly.
"Your target was Councilor Mori Maht? Why go after him?"
As Angel pressed her, Trissy's frail figure, curled up beneath the invisible threads, appeared in her eyes. Angel used Divination to verify her answer.
"No.