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Fors paced anxiously around the living room. Occasionally, her gaze fell on the letter from her editor on the table, and she jerked back a step as though scalded.
An angel, an angel... Mr. Edward might very well be an angel! A devil angel? My goodness! Could it just be someone with the same name? "Edward" is a common name in Loen. Shout it in the street and at least two or three gentlemen will turn around, and "Vaughn" is a fairly common surname too... But the important thing is, there can't be many people with both names! At least in Backlund, with my limited knowledge, I only know of one...
But that gentleman doesn't look like a devil at all! Gentle and kind, considerate and approachable, like a believer in the Evernight Goddess or the God of Steam. But devils certainly know how to disguise themselves, and Mr. Edward encountered Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilingus with us before. Even now, I can't figure out how we escaped. All I know is that Qilingus died afterward.
C-could Mr. Edward have been the one who killed Qilingus? Fors's imagination began running out of control.
Perhaps Mr. Fool was warning me. H-he really is a considerate great being...
After forcing out a few inward words of praise, Fors still felt close to tears.
Suddenly, something occurred to her. She lunged at her desk and frantically flipped through the calendar she had ignored ever since submitting her manuscript. After tearing off a dozen or so pages, she finally saw today's date: Monday, December 20.
*It's already late December. It should be normal for me to leave Backlund for a holiday now... There's still quite a bit of money in my bank account this year. I have to take Xio with me. She's met