After Sir Prisha had walked away, Luvia, wrapped in a Brown Lady's Coat and Wool Scarf, emerged from the shadows across the street.
Shade's guess about the angelic bloodline was actually true, and he could even use such a method to forcibly awaken its power?
The Girl with Purple Eyes thought to herself, then looked up at the fading traces of Red Butterflies in the starry sky overhead. She knew Shade had probably already left the area.
It seems the demon matter is over. Dorothy should be moving out of 6 Saint Derain Square soon.
The thought put her in quite a good mood. She knew Shade had worked very hard fighting the demon tonight, so she planned to visit Saint Derain Square tomorrow to see how he was doing.
But after taking only two steps along the snow-covered street, she stopped again, because the Gray Stone Angel Statue stood not far away ahead.
Snow fell onto her shoulders without melting. Luvia looked at the statue in the distance, pursed her lips, and slipped a hand into her pocket. As a Prophet, when she encountered danger, her first time thought was not whether to "fight or flee" like Shade. She usually tossed a coin first to observe Destiny.
"Do you repent?"
But before Luvia could take out her coin, a layered Echo entered her ears. She looked at the statue with slight hesitation and, after confirming that she was the only person on this snowy street, asked suspiciously:
"Repent for what?"
The streetlamps cast Luvia's shadow long across the snow surface. Vaguely, another more mature Girl with Purple Eyes appeared behind her, but Luvia was completely unaware.
The Crying Angel did not move forward. Instead, its stone circular base slid backward along the street, the sound of stone grinding against