An Unexplainably Excessive Coincidence

"(°°)Eh."

Dangling from the horizontal bar, Fang Ran—who felt like he had grown used to being a caterpillar—blankly froze, fully displaying the innocence of a freshly awakened newbie who had noticed neither the conspiracy nor the key point.

"Um... is it strange that the Covenant knows about this?"

Sitting in the chair placed before the desk—a costly solid-wood, genuine-leather executive chair about the size of a single sofa—

the figure in the black-and-white gothic dress was clearly slender, yet the way she slightly raised her swanlike pale neck suited her perfectly.

While Fang Ran, having noticed this, sweated inwardly at the realization that his bootlicking skills still fell a little short of his brother's,

he saw Ling's eyes flick toward him with utter disdain from her exquisite face.

Uh... why was she looking at me like that?

Too lazy to explain to this idiot what the name "Wandering Night Angel" truly represented, Ling rested one hand on the mahogany armrest, her long sleeve slipping down as her other hand lightly supported her cheek. She gazed at the starry night sky.

At that moment, the proud and aloof Ling truly did not resemble a teenage girl. She was more like the Queen Fang Ran called her.

"The Team Scenario in An City, the attack on Night Pearl, and everything behind Against the Current's ambush that night all involved the Covenant. If the first time was merely for the supernatural power on the Demoness,"

"then their later goal of destroying Night Pearl and wiping out the Night Bureau becomes quite thought-provoking."

Watching her speak, Fang Ran's expression froze slightly. Only then did he belatedly realize

that the Ling before him was the Wandering Night Angel of the Night Battle world, no longer the little girl he had met not long ago.

Still,