"The angel was too powerful." Slanbrea heaved a sigh. "So…"
"You are right. The angel was too powerful, otherwise a priest of Light would not listen to her." Someone said that before Anfey could even speak. A middle-aged mage suddenly appeared about a dozen yards behind Slanbrea.
"May I ask who is speaking?" Slanbrea raised his eyebrows and said coldly. His body slowly turned around. Suzanna, standing next to him, grabbed her sword.
"Master, I am just a regular mage who wants to spend his whole life on magic," that mage said with a smile. He turned to take a look at Suzanna. "Is she the product of God’s Punishment? It is too bad."
