"Huahua." Angel softly answered her call, a gentle smile curling his lips. "You used to call me Big Brother Angel every other word. Why are you suddenly being so reserved?"
The girl in the pink dress was Sparrow Sparrow.
Sparrow Sparrow lowered her head somewhat bashfully. "Lady Moliya told me that overly intimate forms of address shouldn't be used when other people are present. It would be very impolite."
The "other people," Isabella and Sanders, fell silent.
Angel's lips twitched. He did not dwell further on the form of address, instead returning to the matter at hand. "Lady Isabella said you were looking for me?"
Sparrow Sparrow nodded heavily, but her gaze drifted slightly, and she did not dare look Angel in the eye.
Angel narrowed his eyes. "Are you looking for me, or... do you want to see Bobota?"
Sparrow Sparrow covered her mouth, wearing an expression that said, "Ah, I've been found out."
Angel said, "...You could make that performance a little less fake."
Sparrow Sparrow stuck out her tongue, put away her exaggerated act, and lowered her head. A trace of gloom filled her eyes. "I just miss my brother a little. I want to have one last talk with him."
Angel caught several sensitive words in Sparrow Sparrow's statement and seemed to realize something.
After thinking for a moment, he did not press on with the doubts in his heart, merely nodding. "All right."
During this period, Bobota had been cultivating Shapeshifting Softworms in the bracelet. He seemed to want to take this opportunity to cultivate more mature worms, as repayment to Angel.
Thus, when Angel released Bobota, a trace of confusion appeared on his pale, distorted face.
"My lord..." Bobota had just been about to ask why Angel had summoned him when he suddenly saw