Harij immediately tensed up.
He knew how vast the gap between a Saint and an Angel was.
He also knew that effort and willpower alone could not bridge it.
But just then.
A voice said calmly, "Leave this to us."
Two figures silently took shape in the air.
One of them.
Wore a silk half top hat and a long black double-breasted coat.
His features were stern and sharply defined.
It was the "Scholar of Yore."
The other man beside him was of average build, with bronze skin.
He had black hair, brown eyes, and gentle features.
A tiny black mole sat just below his right ear.
His gaze was indifferent, and he wore a deep black robe embroidered with gold thread and a bird-shaped diadem cast from gold.
It was Azik Eggers.
Harij's and Abugal's eyelids twitched violently at the same time.
They had seen portraits of this former "Death Consul" and heard stories about him.
Now, through the "Scholar of Yore."
They finally saw this legendary figure with their own eyes.
But this would not be a pleasant experience.
The "Scholar of Yore" said calmly, "My Lord is also unwilling to see countless lives destroyed and has specifically sent me to help you."
With that.
He reached into the air, grasping at something.
After several attempts.
Another figure stepped out.
She was a woman in a somber, elaborate dress, but there was no head on her neck.
She had four heads with blonde hair, red eyes, and striking, elegant features.
She carried them in her own hands.
This was Reinette Tinekerr!
Abugal's eyelids twitched even more violently.
Angels.
Two of them!
The old man's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
Above the White City.
Beneath the colors of dusk, a crimson sea of fire burned.
Sifa's attacks