Outside the window, there was a deep darkness.

The sound of leather shoes on the floor was amplified in the empty building, mingling with the rhythmic heartbeat, thump, thump, thump......

The sound of breathing was like the sound of the wind, because it was too quiet here, and the white magic crystal lamp silently illuminated the steps under the boy's feet. With a look of great reverence, he walked to the bottom of the spiral staircase step by step. In front of you, the dark golden gate is carved with an intricate symmetrical pattern, like a large tree connected to its reflection. The boy looked up at the top of the tree, his gaze slowly moving down, as if he wanted to record the whole pattern in his mind. He held out his hands.

He pushed the door open.

Pools of glowing bright red liquid flowed on the floor in this small room that didn't even have windows, along the threads of metallic silk. The girl, as delicate as a glass doll, sat between the interlaced silk threads, her fingers gripping tightly at the silk threads, which cut her fingers open, and the red liquid shimmered and fluoresced dripping from her hands.

She wore a white loose pajama with a crooked neckline to the side, revealing smooth shoulders, and light dark brown curls draped loosely over her shoulders.

"You're awake, Angel. ”

When Attel Hernos closed the door, the room was suddenly filled with a strange dark red, and he walked up to the girl, Angel Victoria Electroclex, almost in the dark, and raised his hand to touch the reddish wires. The magic crystal lamp lit up, like a white sun that appeared out of thin air, hanging above Angel's head.

"It's so dazzling!" Angel immediately closed her eyes and cried out in dissatisfaction. "Attel, don't turn on the lights!"

"It's okay, just get used to it. Yatel smiled and looked at the large and small wounds on Angel's body, "Isn't this body easy to use? ”

Artel looked around. The circular room is littered with iron shelves filled with crystal jars and metal boxes, which contain colorful liquids and powders.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get some medicine. ”

"No need. Angel lowered her head and pursed her mouth, "Even if the wound is all healed." I'm still going to hurt myself. Anyway, it's a very shallow wound that won't die. She moved her stiff fingers, loosened the wire, and swung her arm violently. Bloodstained fingerprints were on Artel's white coat.

Artel took Angel's hand. Place it in the palm of your hand. The girl's delicate little hands were as cold as a corpse.

"But I don't want you to get hurt. He said softly. "Angel is so cute, why don't you care for yourself so much?" he took Angel's hand and slowly helped Angel up. Supporting her body with her own arms, Angel struggled to raise her arms, as if trying to wrap her arms around Artel's neck.

"Because...... My wish...... I've done it, and now I'm just here to fulfill Yatel's wishes. Why isn't this body as good as Momora's?"

Angel suddenly clenched her fists, and Artel was slammed hard by her, slipping and nearly falling.

"Your strength is already very strong, don't worry, after all, it is a dead body, and it will take time to repair slowly. ”

"How long will it take! With such a terrible body, how can I help Yatel kill the enemy? Artel, the strength in this body is stronger now than when I went to the Kingdom of Ora, right?"

Angel tilted her face. Her purple eyes were like glass balls, and it wasn't even clear if she was focused on Atel's face.

"Do you want to try?" Attel stared into Angel's eyes, "Can you control the magic in your body? If we destroy the Institute, we will die in the sea." He said in a playful tone. This secret research institute was built in the depths of the sea, on the ground floor of the "Temple of Wisdom" in the inner city of Idgradhi, directly below the Magic Tower of Passait. There was once another person who visited the institute, Fitzgerald Bestler, who had died at the hands of the Ice Witch Sloth.

"I'm going to try. Angel's tone was solemn. Artel smiled wryly, and with a little strength in both hands, he hugged Angel's soft body in his arms.

"Well, then try, Angel. ”

The magic of the Star Magister poured out of Angel's hands and seeped into Angel's body as Atter pronounced Angel's name. Artel was still wearing a pocket watch, and the magic limit of the World Tree was still in effect, and suddenly, Angel stood on her feet, and the glass-purple iris instantly turned a bright red like ruby.

Gray-black wings protruded from her back and spread out to the sides, more than four meters wide. She tapped her toes lightly, and her whole body was full of nightly luster, and her white face was like a stone sculpture without any expression.

Angel rose from the ground, suspended between the thin wires, wriggling black mist spreading from around her body to the threads. Artel looked at her thoughtfully, like a work of art like no other in the world.

Then, Yatel spread his arms.

The black mist disappeared in an instant, and Angel fell from mid-air, falling right into Atel's arms.

"I don't think so. Angel pursed her lips again.

"It's okay, I don't care about waiting a few more months. "Artel hugged Angel like a knight holding a princess, and of course, Angel was a princess, a princess from the kingdom of Ora.

"Rosalena has disappeared, and there is no news of her until now, and Mr. Bolenforz has sent someone to look for her in the desert, she may not be in the continent of Paran. If she had been safe, she would have been unable to hold her breath a long time ago. Yatel casually talked about something else.

"Rosalena, Rust, she didn't die because Artel was careless!" Angel's tone seemed to reproach Artle.

"Mm-hmm, it's my fault, I thought Rosalena wasn't good at space magic. However, no matter where she is, as long as she is alive, she will definitely not give up revenge, and Mo Linshi will not be at ease. ”

"Maureen?" Angel wrinkled her face with difficulty, as if she didn't like the name, "She's good friends with Rust and Sloth, isn't she?"

"Yes, they're good friends. Yatel smiled brightly, "But, Maureen is different from Rosalena and Annielta, and I want to know what Maureen will do at such a time more than where Rosalena has gone." ”

Angel tilted her head, she was moving like a pigeon.

"What do you think she'll do?" she asked, turning to Artle.

"I don't know. Yatel still smiled, "I believe that Mo Linshi will not come to the Paran Continent, and there is a good chance that she will not do anything...... Well, it's been a long time since I've seen Maureen. ”

"Why do you care so much about Maraine!" Angel seemed angry.

"Because it's a bit similar. Yatel replied calmly, "That witch who was treated like a waste once saw something very special like me. If Maureen really wants to do something......"

After a pause, Yatel looked to the west with a longing expression, in the direction of the Demon Continent Seto.

"I'm looking forward to it. (To be continued......)