Backlund, West Borough.
On a night when the Red Moon was obscured by layers of clouds, darkness lay everywhere. Only the gas streetlamps lining both sides of the road gave off faint light, illuminating the path ahead and the doorways of nearby houses.
Princess Vera was, after all, an Angel—or rather, a special existence possessing the status of an Angel. Therefore, Abner did not appear directly in her bedroom. Instead, he first revealed himself in midair beyond the reach of the streetlamps, then skillfully made his way to a third-floor window and tapped on the glass with a bent finger.
The next moment, he sensed the sealing power around the room vanish, so he used Flash to enter the bedroom.
When Princess Vera saw him come in, she made no visible movement, yet dense mist swiftly filled the surroundings of the house, cutting off the possible gazes of certain existences.
After doing so, Vera naturally greeted him, "You're here. Have a seat... What would you like to drink?"
"Black tea will do."
Abner answered casually, then watched as Princess Vera rose and personally brewed him a cup of tea. She placed it on the small table beside him before sitting in the chair across from him.
By the light inside the room, Abner clearly saw that Vera wore only a white silk nightgown.
Its top button was undone, revealing a broad expanse of skin as pale as snow, along with a faintly visible cleavage that invited endless fantasies.
Although activating Insight now would most likely let him learn some secrets, Abner was not some lecherous man, so he did not do so.
He withdrew his gaze. Only after taking a sip of tea did he look into Vera's teasing eyes and ask, "You had the Black Saintess summon me here.