"Bornova Gustav!" Daphne, standing nearby, spoke the name as well. As the vice president of the Secret Order who had long lurked in Trier, how could she possibly not recognize an Angel of the Church of Steam?
What was more, he was Emperor Roselle's son. His background was legendary by nature, and he was one of the more famous Angels under the God of Steam and Machinery.
Bornova's azure eyes swept over Daphne before he withdrew his gaze. In his eyes, this woman was not human at all.
Daphne was somewhat frightened by his look, but she still summoned her courage and stepped forward, intending to block him with her body and buy time for the Oracle.
However, Abner stopped her.
"You should withdraw first," Abner said softly.
He had already realized that Bornova had no intention of making a move... and even if they did fight, it would be more convenient for him to escape alone. With Daphne here, she might instead become a burden.
After all, Daphne was still "young." Other than Zaratul, she knew no other Angels. Even with Zaratul, she was not particularly familiar with him, so the chance of successfully pulling over his Historical Projection was extremely low, nearly negligible.
"Having her Spirit Worm is enough. There's no real need for her to stay herself," Abner muttered inwardly as he secretly unsealed the Spirit Worm he had "plucked" from Daphne at noon.
"My lord?" Daphne looked at Abner in surprise.
"Be good, leave quickly. Don't worry about me!" Abner put on a stern expression and repeated his order.
"Yes..." Daphne bit her lip. Then her body swiftly turned translucent and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Clearly, as a Scholar of Yore, all she had dispatched from beginning to end was an image from