Misty Gold, shy yet mad; Davaxia, adorable yet gluttonous; the graceful but indifferent Black and White Maids... Angel had never imagined that one day, he would sit at the same banquet table as these extreme creatures of the Nightmare Realm. And he was still waiting for three new guests who might be even more terrifying than them.
Angel's thoughts churned endlessly. Every moment, he thought of leaving, but he also knew full well that as more and more guests arrived, that was becoming increasingly unrealistic.
His only hope now was to make it through this deadly dinner without incident.
To fulfill that small wish, he naturally needed to learn more about the dinner and its guests. The conversation between the Black and White Maids had become his best source of information.
"Come to think of it, I can understand why the Boiling Gentleman has not arrived. The Misty Candle Corridor he guards is very far from here, so it will take him some time to get here. But why hasn't that tentacled monster arrived yet?" The White Maid looked around at the banquet guests and suddenly asked.
There was a hint of displeasure in the Black Maid's eyes. "Why are you so concerned about him?"
"I'm merely curious. Bai'e Cape, where I am stationed, and Fallen Cemetery, where you are stationed, are both farther away than the Cross Station where that fellow is. Yet he still has not come. Could it be that something new has happened at Cross Station?" The White Maid's tone was calm and gentle, causing all the resentment in the Black Maid's heart to be swallowed back down.
The Black Maid fell silent for a moment. "Perhaps. While patrolling Fallen Cemetery, I sensed a powerful aura of origin descending. It may have come from the inner