Morton did not answer Belle's question. Instead, he said, "Angel of Strength, answer my earlier question. Will you honor your previous promise?"
Belle raised her head and said proudly, "Of course."
"I always keep my word."
"Go on. What is your wish?"
Morton said solemnly, "In about forty days, a global conference will be held. I hope you can cooperate with us when the time comes."
"That is the first wish."
"I haven't thought of the rest yet."
Belle walked toward the main entrance. She passed Morton and stopped in front of the doors.
"I understand."
"When the time comes, I'll appear at the location you specify."
"That's all, then."
She stepped through the entrance. Silver-white flames rose beneath her feet, and by the time they faded, Belle had vanished.
Only then.
Morton finally let out a sigh of relief. The phantom of Michael behind him dissipated in the wind. He glanced at Caesar and left the church.
A moment later.
Colonel Caesar met General Morton in his office.
"How is Gibron?" General Morton asked, a cigar clenched between his teeth as wisps of smoke rose before him.
Caesar nodded. "The bishop isn't seriously hurt. He's just weak after completing the ritual and needs to rest for a while."
"However."
"The bishop has serious objections to what we did. I'm afraid he won't be willing to cooperate with us in the future."
General Morton said coldly, "That's why I brought his family to Dawn Bunker. The purpose was to make him work seriously."
"There's no need to worry about Gibron. He's an idealist. I'll have someone work on him shortly."
"How is the infiltration plan going on the Strategic Affairs Department's side?"
Caesar shook his head. "The Strategic Affairs Department is like a solid wall. No matter how many methods