When Jiang Han saw Angelite, dressed in splendid finery and sitting alone upon a magnificent throne atop a slightly raised hill in the wilderness.
Not to mention the witches around her gasping in astonishment and screaming at the sight of their idol.
Nor the way the Giant Cats had squeezed behind her like lightning.
There was only one startling thought in her heart. Then she voiced it, asking Angelite, who was propping her face up with one hand:
"Have the Anse Elves fallen?"
"..."
Ange revealed a smile and gave a faint shake of her head.
She rose to her feet. The magnificent throne, fashioned from countless gemstones, changed and twisted. Thousands upon thousands of gears clattered through the air as space assembled and time arranged itself, space-time meshing tightly together. The throne became a staff.
Grasping the Sovereign Scepter, Ange walked down with graceful step after graceful step, like the woman beyond the reach of the bronze cockroaches she guarded.
"Your guess is interesting, but unfortunately, I have temporarily entrusted my primary power to one of my incarnations—the one you know as the Lord of Azure Thunder. The control she displayed over the domain of lightning even once electrocuted a thunder-element pseudo-god. And Anse has one too. I was held up."
She pursed her lips as she spoke.
"Then why did you come, sister?"
Jiang Han courteously held out her hand and let the other woman use her claw for support as she descended the last short stretch. Though the image was a little comical, Angelite's extravagant gown made it seem more or less normal.
"I came because that miser Eileen refused to pay the fee for having [two Anges] present. Why?"
Ange stared wide-eyed as though she had suffered the gravest injustice.
"She would rather pay enough to