Too Many Questions

For a moment, Angel almost thought she was back in the days when she was still "Irene Watson"—back on the day when the Desire Seeds planted by the Desire Apostle had thrown her and a group of detectives into chaos.

No. I didn't sense any trace of a Beyonder Ability... Is he acting on his own desires?

Angel studied Baron Cinderas's face. His expression was not distorted; he merely looked as though he had lost control of himself. Another possibility came to mind.

Was it a Spectator's suggestion or Hypnosis that made him behave differently from usual? No. Perhaps this millionaire is simply like this at home and better at hiding it in public. The hidden Spectator may have exploited that, making him briefly reveal his true nature...

Of course, Angel did not think there was anything terribly wrong with someone who had a dark side but acted like a normal person. As long as he kept exercising that restraint, he was a gentleman who observed proper etiquette as far as everyone else was concerned.

First, I need to stop this baron. He's clearly lost control after being Charmed by Audrey and me...

The world seemed to slow before Angel's eyes. Cinderas's lunge nearly froze in place. She was about to pull the ever-present threads taut and trip him when the overeager baron stepped on a ridge in the carpet raised by his own foot. He stumbled and fell flat on his face.

I didn't even get the chance to do anything... Angel froze and glanced at Audrey beside her. Audrey was lightly touching the Deep Blue Triangular Hairpin in her hair. Though she looked a little frightened, a faint smile glimmered in her emerald eyes.

She released the Mystical Item's Luck, making the people nearby correspondingly unluckier?

Realization dawned