Angel, far away on the Old Earth Continent, knew nothing of what had happened in Genoa.
Xius took White Bear into the Exile Space, hoping to use him to provoke Yurika. Angel and Sanders headed toward the underground ice chamber.
Angel's brow remained furrowed the whole way. Xius had once again given him a negative answer. Removing the mysterious energy entrenched in the servants' minds after they were affected by Crimson Sovereignty was difficult enough; even if it could be removed, their bodies were now in such poor condition that they would almost certainly die anyway.
Angel had expected as much, but having it confirmed was still hard to accept.
Whenever he thought of those familiar faces—Head Maid Mana, Maid Aoli, Shepherd Falandu, Physician Dink... They had been living perfectly well, only to be caught in an undeserved calamity and dragged to their deaths. Angel could not calm his heart for a long time.
"If you cannot transcend death, it is a station you must pass through. Once you set foot on the wizard's path, you must learn to shake hands and make peace with death," Sanders said quietly. "Barring an accident, your years will be long. When the wind blowing from the cliffs of time carries you fifty years, a hundred years into the future, you will still have to face this."
Angel understood. He might live so long that he outlasted generation after generation of servants at Pat Manor.
Time would make him grow, make him mature, make him indifferent to death.
But at least now, at this moment, Angel still found it hard to make peace with death. He had been on the wizard's path for less than five years, while many of those familiar people had been with him as he grew up. Those bonds were