Although Fafnir did not specify, Angel understood that the disgusting smell she referred to must be those demons lurking in the shadows.
"It's bearable, they only showed up after nearly three hours," Angel's eyes narrowed slightly, but he made no move.
The rustling sounds from downstairs indicated that the guests had entered, yet Angel remained deep in thought, unperturbed.
It was not until the crisp sound of wind chimes traveled from the courtyard to the attic that Angel leisurely descended the stairs.
As soon as he appeared, he immediately felt several intense gazes sweep over him. While discussing accounting issues with Canaan outside the courtyard, Angel's peripheral vision also glanced towards the direction from which these stares had come.
