[Margaret's Perspective]
Angel and I faced each other.
The look she gave me was no longer one of superior contempt, but one of wariness.
I knew that she was not afraid of me, but of Donald's power that had suddenly appeared in my body, but even so, I was still aware of the subtle change in our identities. In the past, no matter what I did, Angel had never really taken me seriously, but now, she began to look at me seriously and put me at her level.
Angel sneered and said, "Don't think you've won. You're standing here trying to teach me a lesson. I'll tell you that in front of true strength, all tricks are just clowns."
I hadn't expected it to come to this. Angel was still impossible to talk to.
