Angel originally thought that "just waiting" might be too passive, but to his surprise, the next morning, people from the Black Castle came looking for him.
As Angel stepped out of the meditation room, he heard a weird, lingering laugh.
Following the source of the sound, Angel's gaze met with a pair of eyes filled with malice.
The person was a little girl who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a black puffy dress, a black half-veil, black straight hair, pale skin, and delicate cheeks.
There was no transcendent aura about her, yet she was floating in mid-air. The loveliness of her face was at odds with her eyes, which were both extremely cold and bloodthirsty, filled with a cruel malice that seemed to place one in the midst of a massacre.
When Angel saw her, his originally calm expression turned a few shades darker.
