"How did you come back?"
As Angel flew forward inch by inch, a familiar aged voice reached his ears.
When he turned around, he found that the Inspector had appeared beside him at some unknown point.
With the Inspector's arrival, the familiar sense of distortion enveloped Angel as well. The distortion, combined with the Domain Field's effect, instantly reduced the fruit's allure to its lowest point.
"My lord." Angel lowered his head and respectfully bowed.
"Answer me. Why did you come back?" The Inspector's brows were tightly furrowed, his expression clearly displeased.
Angel fell silent for two seconds before saying, "I had my reasons for having to return."
"Reasons? You want to covet the mysterious object as well? Your ambition is rather too great."
"I am merely curious about the mysterious object. I have never thought of fighting over it." Angel said, "I came back this time because..."
Angel suddenly stopped, unsure how to answer. He certainly could not tell the truth. But a lie would not do either—would it really be difficult for an existence above Legend to tell whether words were true or false?
As Angel pondered how to answer, the Inspector's brows drew ever tighter. The words "you are courting death" were practically about to leap from his throat.
"It was the Choice of Fate." Angel suddenly raised his head and used White Bear's classic line. "Fate Guidance led me to make the choice to return."
Such an abstruse answer would have no effect on ordinary people, but to someone as extraordinary as the Inspector, someone who could faintly glimpse the realm of miracles, it carried a certain weight.
"It is a feeling that is difficult to describe..." Seeing that the Inspector did not immediately refute him, Angel hurriedly repeated what he had previously told Sanders.
After