Angelica's Edge

Duchess Georgina...

Angel searched her memory for a while before finding the material she had read when her stingy superior, Sevillea Landon, had forced her to study noble etiquette. A photograph came back to her, showing a good-looking but somewhat stern woman.

Of course, that photograph had been taken at the duchess's last public appearance more than twenty years ago. She should have aged considerably by now. After all, she was about the same age as the reigning king, George III, and was already approaching old age.

Strictly speaking, she belongs to the royal family, not the military... What would a noble at the very top of the kingdom want with me? No, I can't be certain it's her. Perhaps there are other female demigods in the military whom neither Lola nor Vincent knows about...

With thoughts swirling through her mind, Angel picked up her coffee and took another sip, washing away her mounting doubts with the bitter drink's rich, oily aroma. She looked at Lola and continued her questions.

"What about the Demoness Sect? They seem to have vanished from this city. Doesn't the White Saint, Katarina, intend to rebuild their Backlund branch?"

Angel had reached this conclusion because of her conversation with the Manipulator, Hvin Rambis. As a royal advisor and a councilor of the Psychology Alchemists, he would inevitably have encountered members of the Demoness Sect while working closely with the royal family. His attitude had made it clear that the Demoness Sect had conducted no activities in Backlund recently. There were barely even any of them left.

"Mother hasn't come to see me, and she rarely replies to the letters I send through the Magic Mirror she left behind." Lola's beautiful brows drew together slightly, making her blue eyes seem even brighter. "That gave me an