Listening to Coleman's soft hum in the livestream footage, Angel suddenly felt that he might have misunderstood Coleman before.
He had always thought Coleman was a gentle, elegant gentleman.
Now, however, Coleman's words seemed rather sharp as well...
Satan was a spear thrust straight ahead in broad daylight, while Coleman was a gentle knife slipped in under the cover of darkness, his elegant, mild words concealing a black-bellied heart.
Was this the real Coleman?
Angel fell silent and decided to observe a little longer...
The livestream footage continued.
"Now that we've found a mirror, the livestream should begin," Coleman said softly. "So, let's first go over what happened after we entered this place."
Before his words had faded, Satan had already begun shouting in his ragged voice, "We've changed into these damned skins. Who knows whether our main bodies can even receive our signals? We're yelling ourselves hoarse here, but there probably isn't even an echo over there."
Coleman tilted his head and glanced at Satan, his voice still as steady as though steeped in warm water. "That possibility does exist. But even if the chance of our main bodies receiving the signal is only one in ten thousand—"
He paused, walked over to Snow Woman, and lightly tapped the edge of the mirror with his fingertips. "We must still carve the words that need to be said into this mirror-light."
Satan instinctively wanted to argue back, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them down hard. What if their main bodies really did receive the signal? Wouldn't every one of his retorts become clownish behavior?
Satan silently restrained his mouth.
Seeing that Satan was not being his usual argumentative self, Coleman nodded with an approving expression, as though the child could still be taught.
"Back to the