An automated recording came from the other end of the phone, saying roughly: The number you have dialed is not in service.
Lucifer reluctantly set down the receiver. This was the only old-fashioned telephone in the convent, and the convent's only means of communicating with the outside world in real time.
There was not even an internet connection here.
This had left Lucifer with almost no way to contact Charlotte and the other demons. The number she had just called had actually been the private line of the Crimson Lips bar.
But if that number no longer existed, it meant that the Crimson Lips bar was gone as well—or that Charlotte had been forced to leave because of some other important matter.
Charlotte might even have gotten involved in something dangerous. With that thought, Lucifer's already gloomy mood immediately grew even more restless.
In fact, there was another way to reach the outside world: walking out. A long time had passed, and the landslide on the mountain road had already been cleared by the local government. The road was passable again.
But for Lucifer, that was the most difficult option. Because of Gabriel, she could not stray too far from the two nuns, one young and one old, inside the convent.
That bastard Gabriel had even implanted a method of controlling the shackles into the minds of the two nuns and granted them divine revelations.
So when Gabriel left and the two nuns regained consciousness, Lucifer had felt utterly hopeless.
"Y-You really are the Queen of Hell?" The young nun, Charlotte, looked incredulous. At the time, she had even curiously reached out and pinched Lucifer's cheek.
"Holy Mother Maria, you actually brought this fallen angel, supposedly steeped in sin, here. Is this a trial from You?" The elderly nun had