A middle aged man, holding a walking stick in one hand to support his weight, made his way towards them. He rested his two hands on the top of the stick.
"I hope the fair lady has not caused you any problems, Milord." The man bowed at Kione. He glanced at Belle briefly before saying, "I beg to be pardoned but surprisingly, the two of you are standing on the angle of love." His eyes lowered to the ground.
"Angle of love?" Belle was alarmed. She looked at her feet, but did not find anything unusual.
"It is a ritual of the town's hallowed night to pick a couple before the other matchmaking takes place tomorrow."
'An angel and a demon under the angle of love.' Kione almost scoffed. It was an illusive ritual the humans created to feed their hungry fetishes; hence, it doesn't work.
Belle had heard of the matchmaking night from Jade, but not the angle of love. She had a mix of feelings towards it all, and none were good.
