Angel nodded to Nuka. "I'll consider it."
With that, he and Boiling Gentleman headed out of the hall together.
Just as they were about to pass through the corridor and leave the castle gates, a faint, mournful song drifted over from behind them.
Angel's steps paused, but he did not turn back, continuing forward with Spotty Dog in his arms. Boiling Gentleman at his side, on the other hand, turned back in surprise to glance over. "Misty Gold is singing."
Boiling Gentleman raised a hand and stroked his nonexistent chin. "It is clearly a song praising the moonlight, yet she sings it with the air of confessing to the moon. I had always heard that Misty Gold was terribly shy in ordinary times. If anyone looked at her one glance too long, she would be so embarrassed she wished to flee back into her painting. Only when she sings can she fully express her thoughts."
Boiling Gentleman turned to Angel. "Lady Shava, is Misty Gold confessing to you?"
Angel's expression did not change in the slightest. He shook his head. "Perhaps she is only confessing to herself."
Accompanied by the lingering song, Angel and Boiling Gentleman left the castle. Once outside, Angel deliberately slowed his pace by a step and allowed Boiling Gentleman to lead the way, because he was still completely at sea regarding the terrain here.
Angel followed Boiling Gentleman all the way, while Boiling Gentleman kept talking about illogical topics that failed to connect from one sentence to the next. Angel replied now and then, but for the most part, he remained silent.
Only when they reached the highest point of the castle—the top of the tower—did Boiling Gentleman stop talking.
Angel surveyed the surroundings. On the uneven tower roof stood a circular chimney that protruded like