A Few Words of Advice

"Mr. Will Auceptin, um, or should I say Ms.?"

Angel did not dare get too close. She spoke cautiously from a distance.

"Just call me by my name. After all, you did save my life."

A clear voice answered, sounding younger than any child Angel had ever heard.

Then again, I've never met an unborn baby who could talk... she thought. This all but confirmed that her chance encounter with Aaron and his wife during the fight with Ms. D had likely been arranged by Will Auceptin, the Snake of Fate—or at least allowed by him.

"So what you said in front of my mother was meant to make me provide some 'Luck' for your trip to Trier?"

Though he phrased it as a question, Will Auceptin, in his infant state, seemed certain of his guess.

"I was only hoping you could offer some advice."

When speaking to a Sequence 1, even an unborn one, there was no such thing as too much respect.

"My advice is not to go," the clear voice replied with a scoff. "Of course, I can see that you're bound for Trier. Since that's the case, don't delve too deep. Some of the troubles there have lingered since the Fourth Epoch. It isn't just the Mirror People; there's also contamination deep underground... Until you become a Sequence 2, you'd best stay away from it."

Contamination that only a Sequence 2—an angel—could approach. That resembled Arrodes's answer, though Arrodes had been unable to see the details. Its standing was clearly below that of the Snake of Fate. Will knew more, yet he was unwilling to explain... Angel suddenly found herself growing tired of the cryptic behavior of the Seer and Monster Pathways. She did not dare show it, however, and merely nodded.

"Also, before you go