At Pritz Harbor, a thin-faced young man with black hair, black eyes, and a monocle rode his bicycle home at an easy, wobbling pace.
Smiling openly, he opened his mailbox and took out the newspapers and letters inside.
Just then, he adjusted the monocle over his right eye and said to himself with a smile:
"Alvin Abraham? That's the Miracle Invoker's ritual!
"It seems that near the Hornacis Mountain Range, he sided with Evernight and gained the protection of Secrecy?
"How interesting!"
Backlund, 7 Pince Street.
Leonard was compiling a list of cases Sherlock Moriarty had been involved in when he suddenly heard a sigh. It had come from Old Man, without a doubt.
He immediately stopped what he was doing and asked in a low voice, "Old Man, what happened?"
"The Abraham Family is about to rise again..." Pallez's aged voice carried unmistakable emotion, part wistfulness and part envy.
Both were Angel Clans in gradual decline, yet Abraham had reached a turning point in its fate while Zoroaster was still clinging to life under Amon's shadow.
"Abraham? I remember you mentioning that they were great nobles of the Tudor Empire, ranked even above the Amon Family." Leonard asked in surprise, "What happened to them?"
"Alvin Abraham became an Angel just now, and he made a 'broadcast' across the entire continent to announce it," Pallez replied.
"A continent-wide broadcast? Why didn't I hear it?" Leonard asked, puzzled.
Pallez chuckled in his slightly aged voice. "Because only beings at the Angel level or above could hear it.
"Except, of course, Angels who aren't adept at handling 'information.'"
I see... But that's still terrifying. Is this what an Angel can do? Leonard mulled over Old Man's words, then asked after a moment's thought:
"Why would the Angel called Alvin Abraham announce