Angel stood beneath a dazzling, shimmering sign.
No. 93 Champagne Road, Kihara Bar.
Before he even entered, he could already smell the faint aroma of wine drifting through the air.
He pushed open the door, and a wave of warmth washed over him.
The bar was packed, and the atmosphere was lively. Angel's unfamiliar face drew no attention when he entered. Only a bar attendant looked up at him before passionately rejoining the discussion at one of the tables.
As Angel drew closer, he noticed that the discussion at that table had been sparked by someone who had personally witnessed the Mansi Magic Material Street incident. With animated expressions and impassioned words, he recounted the great battle between Angel and Winchester.
His storytelling was so captivating that it had drawn nearly eighty percent of the bar's patrons over. Even the bar attendant had no time to spare for Angel.
Angel listened for a while and could not help applauding the man's account. His ability to embellish a tale was simply staggering. Even a minor exchange of moves could be broken down into cautious choices made after countless psychological gambits. If the man had not repeatedly mentioned Angel's name, Angel would never have believed he was talking about him.
"At that time, no one dared move. I only wanted to rub my aching calves, but the instant I stirred, that frail young man from the Frost Moon Alliance—who had been coughing up blood nonstop—fixed me with eyes as cold as blades. In that instant, it felt as though frost had flooded over my spine, and I myself had fallen into an icy lake in the heart of winter."
"But then, Angel looked at me too, and his eyes were filled with tender warmth..."
Cough, cough. Angel suddenly choked on his own