"What? A blockade?" The boy abruptly sat up. The violent movement tugged at the abrasions on his back, making him grimace in pain. But he soon discovered that his wounds had been treated and bandaged, and his entire body carried the antiseptic scent unique to hospitals. He relaxed slightly, remembering the antibacterial gel Salomon had given him. Its icy smell alone could make one's ribs tighten, and it was exactly the same as the scent he smelled now.
"Yes, we have gone to war with the Angels." Constantine helped the boy sit up in the hospital bed.
"You actually..." The boy sighed. "How are things now?"
"If you mean yourself, you were in rather poor condition when we found you, though fortunately you did not have many external injuries. If you are asking about the servants of my lord, then our anti-air fire has already brought down many Angels, and there have not been many casualties for the time being." The Praetorian Guard said, "That is the current situation. No one can easily pass through the line where the Angels are confronting us. If you wish to do so, you will face enormous risks. But if you insist, we can pay the price to send you up there, boy."
The Praetorian Guard stepped back, showing the boy the high-tech equipment in the Medbay and the halberd in his hand. "On this Earth, only we have the ability to break through the Angels' blockade and send you to Fimbulwinter Mountain, so I hope you will tell me something I want to know. For instance, what you know about the Monarch's condition—according to the Sisterhood's testimony, you should have fallen from the Bridge of Heaven along with the Monarch. Where is my lord, boy?"
"Do you really want to know?" The boy