Sovereign Palace, Throne Hall.
As Jiang Han followed Nancy into the grand Throne Hall, she saw Angelite seated upon the throne, gazing at the descending sun with an expression filled with indescribable emotion.
An air of both compassion and cold-bloodedness radiated from her.
Nancy's eyes were full of devotion and trust as she quietly offered up her faith and loyalty.
"If daylight is measured by the sun's radiance, then moonlight is daylight too. It makes me think of an old friend."
The Final Witch's lips shifted slightly into a gentle expression, yet her voice was eerily devoid of inflection.
"Madam, I have brought her." Nancy withdrew as well, gently closing the enormous doors behind her.
The air fell still.
Jiang Han lowered her head, staring at Angelite with those Eternal Ice Eyes. After waiting a while, she finally asked hesitantly:
"Angel?"
"I am still here." After tossing out those words, Angel turned back to the setting sun beyond the window.
She was always this neurotic. Sometimes, just when you thought she was about to fool around, she would suddenly become poetic and philosophical like this; other times, when you thought she was serious, she would abruptly start pulling some stunt.
But at a time like this, she couldn't just be left alone.
The Final Witch was even more troublesome when she was in trouble than Kraken. At least Kraken was the sort whose behavior left traces to follow...
Let's put it this way—if they were described as types of women.
Kraken was the petty, grudge-holding, small-minded, prickly sort of woman—one hundred percent troublesome.
Angelite, meanwhile, was impossible to read. Sometimes she was docile like a canine; sometimes fickle and sinister like a feline; sometimes bewitching; sometimes purely kind and compassionate. And when she became troublesome, she was absolutely the one-hundred-and-twenty-percent