[Donald's Perspective]
"Donald, please. Don't do this to me."
Angel's aura weakened. Even her shoulders drooped. She looked disappointed.
I sighed. Acting tough and showing weakness were just Angel's means of getting her way.
As long as she achieved her goal, she never cared about what means she used. However, I had already seen through her. Neither was useful to me.
"Angel, do I have to make everything clear to you?" I asked.
Angel looked at me in confusion.
I took the token from her and put it in my pocket.
I glanced at her waist and then at her face. I asked, "As the commander of the assault team, you should have a dagger to prove your identity in addition to this token. Where is your dagger?"
I saw Angel's expression stiffen for a moment. She was about to speak when I interrupted her.
"You've already thought of an excuse? Lost it in a battle, or didn't bring it with you as you were in a hurry today?"
