Before Angel could open the light screen, he heard a rustling behind him. Turning around, he saw that Gloria had somehow produced a Black Spade Throne in the style of a dark fairy tale.
Gloria lounged lazily against the throne, idly playing with several black spade playing cards in her hand. She appeared relaxed, but her attention was fixed on the light screen.
"Was this really necessary..." Angel looked at Gloria, who had already struck a pose, and countless complaints flashed through his mind.
"You wouldn't understand." Gloria covered her flame-red lips with a playing card, an unreadable dim glimmer flickering through her eyes.
"Fine, I don't understand. But don't you think a seat in this style clashes terribly with my study?" Angel could not help reminding her.
Gloria tilted her head and looked around. Angel's study had a very typical traditional aristocratic style, mostly dark ocher tones, with the occasional bright touch of mahogany—a rare embellishment. Indeed, her Black Spade Throne did not fit in at all.
After pondering for a moment, Gloria looked at Angel. "Help me. My illusion can sustain myself well enough, but if it's the background, Lydia might see through it."
"Why did it have to be like this?"
Gloria did not answer, still fobbing Angel off with, "You wouldn't understand."
Seeing Gloria's persistence, Angel let out a deep sigh. He lifted one foot slightly, then stomped heavily on the floor. A ripple of energy instantly formed beneath his foot, spreading through the entire study like a blast wave.
Gloria only felt her vision blur, and the world around her darkened. When she turned to look, she found that the surroundings had become a dim church covered in rose patterns. The Black Spade Throne stood right at the front of the church, while behind her