On the second floor of an upscale hotel backing onto Saint Wind Cathedral in Cherwood Borough, in a suite that had been rented long-term but rarely occupied, Angel's figure slowly took shape beside the bedroom's full-length mirror.
She had changed her appearance again. Her long chestnut hair, thin face with soft contours, and green eyes made it impossible to associate her with the wealthy Miss Theresa of Hillston Borough, or with Irene Watson, who had saved North Borough just that day.
This transformation naturally came from the hypocrisy Ring. The side effect of this Mystical Item, made from a Faceless characteristic, subjected its wearer to increasingly severe intellectual decline, but that was almost negligible for a demigod. Even if something did go wrong, she could use divination to check her "condition" and remove the ring in time to recover.
Heh, after all, I'm a master of divination...
Touching the ring on her hand, Angel surveyed the safe haven she had prepared in advance. She put away the luggage she had brought, casually decorated the lodgings she intended to use as a safe house, then called room service and ordered a late-night meal and every newspaper published that day.
Less than fifty meters from this upscale hotel stood the Church of Storms' largest cathedral in Backlund. If anything unexpected happened, she could enter it immediately. Neither the Red Angel evil spirit nor Zarathus, lurking in the shadows, would dare enter that place and face the Lord of Storms' wrath.
As for why she had not chosen somewhere near Saint Samuel Cathedral in North Borough, Angel wanted to keep Christine Teresa separate from her current temporary identity, lest enemies secretly watching and staking out Saint Samuel Cathedral connect the two.
Safety and secrecy, both in one place... Angel relaxed, filling her stomach