"...Master?"
Saint Ruan glanced at Anna, then turned back to Iver, her expression subtle.
She shook her head and looked toward the distant scenery. "I didn't hear anything..."
Iver hadn't expected that even after leaving Avalon, he could still fall victim to rumors.
He more or less knew why Anna addressed him that way...
"...You're an apostle of the Ring Angel, aren't you?"
Iver narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.
Because Anna regarded Iver as part of the Ring Angel, she treated him with such reverence.
"Yes."
Anna agreed without the slightest hesitation, her words filled with pride. "I am the apostle of the Ring, the Daughter of Metamorphosis!"
"Heh... Are you with the Fallen Angel or the Ring Angel?"
Iver merely gave a cold laugh and questioned her. "You're a demon, aren't you?"
"They are all my masters."
Anna only smiled, her right hand pressed to her chest. "But if you ask where my heart lies... then it can only be within the Ring.
"You must have noticed by now that the Fallen Angel has blocked every path available to you. Everything you have arranged is within our plans."
"...You planned all of this, didn't you?"
Iver narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.
If nothing unexpected had happened, Anna was the strategist who had arranged all sorts of schemes within the Demon Legion. The Ring Angel was, in essence, Iver himself, and it also possessed the memories of multiple reincarnations. It was highly likely to know what decisions Iver would make in various situations.
With information from the Ring Angel, Anna could pass it on to the Fallen Angel and make targeted preparations.
The scheme of disturbing mortal emotions and causing the power of "corruption" to cover everyone, including the Eternal Pope and the soldiers, making them fall apart...