How could the Self-Binding Angel not know about those wicked thoughts of his? But she did not mind. After teaching him a small lesson, her expression returned to its holy serenity. A faint smile touched her lips as she watched the fellow still sprawled across her lap as though using it as a pillow, smoke rising from his head after the flick she had given his forehead. The corners of her mouth lifted as she said:
"So, is there anything you'd like to tell your Matriarch?"
Lynn turned his head slightly, his gaze moving past that indescribable "holiness" to the perfect face beneath her long golden hair.
For a fleeting moment.
Like a flash in his mind, that gentle, peaceful face overlapped with the Fallen Angel's cold face beneath her black hair, then vanished.
Though their angelic features were identical.
They seemed to form two extremes: one so holy, the other so fallen.
So this was the Matriarch...
Twin angels, pure justice and evil, separated by a blurred boundary, hazy yet real, like a reflection in water.
"Of course there is!"
Lynn rolled over and sat up, flashing his white teeth as he adjusted his Monocle.
"If you'd like to hear it, I can tell you everything I've been through lately, bit by bit. It was more incredible than you'd ever imagine. The Colossus Brain, the Flesh Dominator, the God of Ten Thousand Machines, and that final battle was spectacular too..."
The Self-Binding Angel simply watched him with a smile.
She listened quietly as he poured out the story of his experiences in Curse City.
From his first journey to Curse City with White Night, to the Colossus Brain's ascension, to the hunt for the God of Ten Thousand Machines, he seemed to have lived through a legend others would