Ange hung his head and trudged towards the village, looking even more pitiful than the angel skeleton. He was at a loss whether he had picked this demeanour from it.
If Lisa, Anna and others were here, they would have already softened at this moment: 'All right, let's plant the crops and then move on.'
Unfortunately, no one present was soft-hearted. They ignored Ange's pathetic look, and Negris even said: "Angel skeleton, you shouldn't go; your wings are too conspicuous. I won't go either. Throw me back to the Resting Palace and I will project onto you."
Ange let out a sound, "Oh...".
The angel skeleton obediently ran to Ange's side, perhaps sensing his bad mood, it was behaving very obediently.
The wings were torn off and thrown into the Resting Palace. As the holy light swept over, voila, they were not conspicuous anymore.
