Angel (4)

Just as Pier's face turned cold and the atmosphere in the room grew as taut as a drawn bow, the door was pushed open, and An entered the small building with Alvis.

"Are you about to start a war?" Alvis frowned as he swept his gaze around the room, but did not press the matter.

An, behind him, looked somewhat stiff, as though something had been weighing on him the entire way and leaving him unable to breathe.

Abel's clear, almost indifferent eyes swept over the two of them, lingering on An.

As if some signal had been triggered within her, a faint layer of pale golden radiance appeared in her pupils.

An immediately felt as though he were sitting on needles and instinctively shifted half a step behind Alvis.

"We have three days before we head to the target location again." Alvis broke the silence. "Use these days to adjust yourselves properly. This target cannot be missed."

Everyone except Abel nodded in acknowledgment.

Samantha still kept her head lowered without saying a word, seemingly still wary of Abel's gaze.

After speaking, Alvis glanced at Abel and gestured for her to follow him.

He brought her into a well-soundproofed study on the west side of the building, placed a heavy Magic Book on the table, and gently pushed it toward her.

Abel lowered her head and flipped through it for a moment. Her white-gloved hand turned the pages softly, her fingertips glowing with a gentle radiance.

"I can master all of it within three days." Her tone was calm, as if she were merely stating an inevitable result.

Alvis froze slightly. He had wanted to ask which spells she had already mastered.

But as he looked at her tranquil, unreadable face, then recalled the look in her eyes when she