Black Saintess

If Angel hadn't seen Lady Despair Panacea and the White Saint Katarina with her own eyes, she would have had a hard time telling a Despair Demoness from an Unaging Demoness. After advancing to High Sequence, a Demoness's appearance no longer improved as dramatically as it did at Mid Sequence. The difference lay more in her bearing.

Yes, her bearing. The moment Angel saw the black-haired woman, she recalled watching Katarina emerge from the Mirror World aboard the Black Death, wearing an expression far younger than her years.

Unlike the undisguised allure of Pleasure and Affliction, or Despair's pure, dignified image, Unaging radiated an air of someone who had weathered much yet somehow grown more innocent, lively, even endearing.

That air made her seem full of youth despite her old-fashioned court dress and the way her hair was pinned up like a noblewoman's. If the lost expression on the orange-red short-haired girl beside her hadn't drawn even more sympathy, the cafe's customers might have taken them for the same age.

Clarice, the Demoness Sect's leader in Trier. The Black Saintess...

Angel recalled the warning Black Cat Wensa had given her before she came to Intis.

It seemed this Demoness, whose bearing belied her age just as the White Saint's did, was the Black Saintess who controlled the Demoness Sect in Trier.

Angel was immensely relieved that the instant she saw this High Sequence Witch, she had reacted like the other women in the cafe—staring openly and showing all the emotion one would expect, rather than immediately looking away.

After all, even without deliberately flaunting her charm, a Sequence 3 Demoness could stir uncontrollable desire in anyone, regardless of gender, through her looks and bearing alone. Only a Beyonder who knew the danger Demonesses posed had even a slight chance of