Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains and fell across the exquisite bed, making that handsome face appear incomparably sacred.
But amid a rustling sound, the handsome man on the bed suddenly melted like a wax figure in a fire, turning into a puddle of flesh. At the same time, the cabinet doors opposite the bed were pushed open from within, and a man identical to the melting one stepped out.
As he approached, the flesh on the bed began to writhe violently. It flowed down the bedpost onto the floor, then crept up his legs and transformed into a well-tailored set of loungewear.
Mr. A lightly pinched the bow tie that was essentially made of flesh and blood, his sinister gaze sweeping over the street outside the window. Then, one Ancient Hermes word after another left his mouth as he faced east and recited the True Creator's honorific name.
The losses from this trip to Tingen had been enormous. Not only had he failed to bring back the Divine Child, but it had nearly led to the destruction of the entire Aurora Society force in Backlund. Many of the Low Sequence Beyonders who had come to provide support had also been expended, and even he had suffered considerable injuries. Conservatively speaking, he would need at least two months to recover to his peak condition.
Fortunately, I recovered the divinity from the Divine Child. As long as I find Lanevus again, it will all have been worth it. Mr. A checked the "Devil" he had Shepherded once more. After confirming that its malicious intent detection ability was still functioning normally, he finally relaxed.
"It seems Sno has no problems."
When he had issued his orders earlier, he had already understood that the Aurora Society's forces in Backlund would suffer a devastating