Amon?
At the sight of that name, Angel grew a little paranoid herself and looked around. Her eyes flickered constantly as she surveyed every corner through the mirrors and glass throughout the building, searching for any trace of that monocle ground from crystal.
Fortunately, aside from Ribak, who was wearing glasses as he carefully checked the accounts in the butler's office, and the decorative Plano Glasses a certain noblewoman had given her, which lay on her study desk, Angel saw nothing that might bring back unpleasant memories.
"I believe they've all disappeared."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Angel solemnly answered Arrodes's question. Then she frowned and asked in return:
"Why are you so concerned about that Blasphemer's avatars... did he sneak into the Church of Steam and find you?"
She suddenly recalled that, in Klein's account of his battle with Amon's Avatar, the Amon who had come to him on his own initiative and parasitized the Winner Enyouni had mentioned trying to contact this Magic Mirror to ask about Klein's "uniqueness." It seemed to have left Arrodes with considerable psychological trauma.
Sure enough, the moment Angel finished speaking, dazzling silver-white light flooded the study. A bolt of lightning materialized out of thin air and struck the desk, hitting Angel's Plano Glasses with perfect accuracy. The electricity shattered them, blackened their lenses, and melted their metal frame. Even the desktop was left with a shallow, burning crater.
"Wait, Arrodes, you mustn't hurt anyone else!"
Angel hastily stopped the Magic Mirror, which had gone berserk. As she extinguished the flames with cold air, she looked toward the butler's office on the second floor. Only after seeing Ribak still wearing his glasses and studying the ledger, rather than reduced to charcoal or lying twitching on the floor, did she relax.
"I'm sorry, esteemed