When the White Saint Katarina offered to trade George III's secret for Trissy Cheek, Angel had, in fact, been tempted for a moment.
But she had seen Trissy wearing the Sapphire Ring, looking as uncanny as though she were possessed. She knew what the name "Cheek" meant, and felt an inexplicable resistance to handing her over to the Demoness Sect.
What if obtaining this Divine Descent Vessel allowed the Demoness Sect to cause destruction even worse than the Great Smog?
Besides, Trissy had orchestrated the Alfalfa Tragedy and even tried to curse the survivors of that passenger ship. She deserved punishment, but after completing her investigation into the Great Smog, Angel would hand her over to the Nighthawks to be judged by the Holy Cathedral—not deliver her to an evil sect, to the Primordial Demoness.
Another Demoness of Affliction, on the other hand, could serve as the perfect bargaining chip. Katarina had rushed from Backlund to Berens Harbor on the Southern Continent, clearly showing great concern for her daughter. Whether that concern stemmed from affection, blood ties, or a reluctance to lose a reasonably talented descendant, any of those reasons could persuade her to accept the deal.
"Tracy? I don't think anything will happen to her. You may have trapped me here, but you can't go to the Southern Continent yourself either. What threat could that red-haired girl and her handful of Beyonder subordinates possibly pose to a Demoness of Affliction?"
Katarina answered calmly, her gaze filled with confidence in her daughter's strength.
Boom!
Another burst of flame exploded on the beach. Two crisp sounds of shattering mirrors rang out in succession as the two Demonesses used the Magic Mirrors they carried to evade the scorching blaze. They happened to reappear in the same spot and immediately became locked