With a toss, the Light Wheel slowly floated behind Angel's head.
A ring of golden flames burned along the Light Wheel's edge, now blossoming with tranquil firelight.
Moreover, the Light Wheel turned slowly yet steadfastly.
From afar, framed by the Light Wheel, Angel looked like a god descending into the world.
Angel lifted his eyes to Laplace, a certain gleam flickering within them, and murmured, "Since you have beheld a god, why do you not kneel?"
Watching Angel suddenly slip into such an out-of-character tone, Laplace felt bold black question marks pop up across her forehead.
"...What are you doing?"
Angel reined in his exaggerated expression, coughed twice, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Nothing. I just suddenly thought of a line from a play."
Laplace: "..."
She understood. Angel had probably just returned from Benbo's place, and his manner of speaking had been influenced.
"I almost thought dark logic had affected you." Laplace shook her head.
"Dark logic?"
Laplace said casually, "You can take it as behavior that goes against one's usual nature. That is dark logic—Nonoan Realm terminology."
Angel nodded in sudden understanding and did not press further.
Right afterward, he summoned a Magic Hand and took down the Light Wheel behind his head.
He really had suddenly thought of that line just now, so he had acted it out on a whim. It was much like how some people, upon picking up a perfect stick, could not help muttering: Had I wielded this stick in my childhood, not a blade of grass would keep its head for ten miles.
More or less the same idea.
However, aside from that sudden whimsy, Angel had another reason for using the Light Wheel.
"I want to test how far it can move away from its user."
Since he intended to use the