In the hotel "Traveler's House".

In the darkened second-floor hallway, Aisha had her back against the cold wall, her left hand clutching the hilt of Silver Rose's gun.

Beside her, the hardwood door swayed back and forth in the evening breeze, creaking intermittently. It was the door to Angel's room, and it hadn't been shut. She pricked up her ears, listening carefully to even the slightest movement outside, and using her keen perception to catch the aura of origin magic that might appear around her.

There was a bird that flew up and fell, and in the silence of the second half of the night, only the sound of the wind and the flapping of its wings was the most frequent. Aisha couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

It seems that the bird is very serious.

Ivan stood on the other side of the door. During this time, he only went to the door of the other room for a while, and barely made any sound. All the lights in the hotel were out, and from the outside, the hotel looked like it was uninhabited at all, and the only open window was the unclosed window in Angel's room.

The gray dove is still hovering around.

Ivan didn't know if the so-called "demon" had any consciousness of its own, and if it did, he would have been curious about the situation in the hotel. Nearly twenty minutes had passed, and the pigeon still hadn't left, wondering if it was because it had not been instructed by Angel and could only repeat this meaningless surveillance, or if Angel had some deliberate arrangement.

Either way, Angel probably wouldn't have abandoned this pigeon.

Ivan told Mr. Grand to take John and quietly transfer him to the treatment room connected to the hotel, while he and Asha blew out all the lights in the hotel and hid in the dark to observe the pigeon's movements. After overhearing the conversation in John's room, it always stayed close to the window, and from time to time it jumped on the windowsill of Angel's room, tilting its head and looking in, but it would fly up at the slightest movement.

Ever since Ivan had told Elsa that their Angel's pigeons were eavesdropping, several people had deliberately lowered their voices, and for the pigeons outside, the hotel seemed to have suddenly fallen silent. In this way, how can a pigeon that does not know the situation complete its monitoring task?

Ivan was waiting for an opportunity for the pigeon to fly back to the hotel to find out, or for the pigeon to leave suddenly.

Because he didn't know what the pigeon was capable of, he could only imagine the pigeon as a kind of magic magic weapon, assuming that it was a tool controlled by Angel. It may have lost contact with Angel, or that Angel may need to keep an eye on the hotel. If the former is possible, he will have to find a way to catch the pigeon, so that he can more or less have some clues about Angel, if it is the latter...... The pigeons might be able to help them find Angel herself.

He also felt very uncertain about this unknown thing, and the only thing he knew for sure was that the pigeon still appeared outside the window from time to time, like a dead-eyed servant, constantly trying to see the scene in the hotel.

If it does fly in......

Aisha's wall of ice will definitely make it impossible to fly out again.

"Ivan!"

Aisha's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she lowered her voice, but there was a very surprised expression on her face, "Yes, something is coming!"

Ivan looked up, and just as he was about to ask for an explanation, Asha suddenly clenched his pistol and dodged and jumped out. Immediately afterward, he understood why Asha was so surprised.

Swooping down towards the window was something with the aura of Origin Magic! Under the dark moonlight, a blade-like black shadow slashed down from the night sky like a falcon attacking its prey, and Aisha immediately opened fire, and the cold aura instantly sealed the body of the thing.

The gray-black wings stretched in the wind, tearing through the wall of ice that had not yet been formed, and the thing craned its neck proudly and stood upright. The gray-black feathers reminiscent of doves fluttered and scattered to the ground, and the attacker made the voice of a girl that shocked both Ivan and Aisha .

"How dare you ambush me!

...... What is this sound?

Angel?

The whistling sound of the blade breaking through the air simply drew the attention of the two of them, and the flying feathers were lifted by the sword wind, and the edge of the cold light flashed in an instant. Aisha raised her gun in a hurry, and the ice ball she shot was split in half by the air blade brought up by the tip of the knife, and then a silver light enveloped her from behind, and the falling blade met with the magic transfiguration sword, pulling out a string of sparks.

At the same time, the entire room was illuminated by the light in Ivan's hands. The strange attacker seemed to be completely unafraid of light, with a pair of large blood-red eyes, and the girl's face seemed to be covered with a silver mask, and her long light brown hair writhed like a venomous snake out of the nest.

She wore the same white lace pajamas that Angel had worn before she disappeared......

I don't know what's going on, the edges of the pajamas are covered with scorched marks, and the ends of the originally smooth hair are also burned and curled. The girl's slender hands each held a slender scimitar, which slashed at Ivan's blade in an orderly manner.

Ivan tilted the Phantom Light Sword, and then quickly flashed to the side, and the girl-like attacker suddenly lost his support point, staggered forward, and narrowly stabilized his body. The huge gray-black wings on his back suddenly opened and slashed his head like a huge palm. Ivan took a deep breath and stepped back, his sword staggering across the edges of his wings, red blood and broken feathers spilling into the air.

The blade slashed into a dazzling semicircle, and then stabbed vertically, piercing through the strange wing, which was pulled all the way to the floor.

The attacker screamed and propped up his wings on the other side, and Ivan felt the blade of the sword cut through the flesh that was very real, and his heart trembled, and he unconsciously let go of his hand. In the blink of an eye, the attacker flew to the bed where Angel had slept once, the crumpled sheets twisted into a ball, and the attacker turned around, raised his wings to protect the girl's body, and held the scimitar in front of his chest, showing a familiar look of hatred on his face that emerged from between the wings.

"Ann...... Angel?" Ivan found his voice sounding quite frightened.

Is this Angel? Could it be that the pigeon has changed? How could the pigeon have such a face that resembles Angel, and break in in Angel's pajamas? But, if she were Angel, how did she become like this? Like...... Monster ......

The aura of Origin Mana flowed through the small room, like an undercurrent beneath the depths of the sea, carrying a biting cold.

Ivan's hanging right hand lit up again, and the white blade of light tapped the ground. Only if the room was bright enough could he see the assailant's face. The assailant rolled her silver-white lips, cradled hound-like fangs, and a hoarse growl erupted from her throat.

"Damn!"

Black mist spread from her wrists to the two scimitars like black fire, but her voice ...... There was no doubt that it was Angel's voice, and Angel was roaring so frantically before she was taken away by the crows! The handle of Aisha's gun shook for a moment, and the next second, she frowned, and the muzzle of the gun spewed out a cold mist like a blizzard.