...
Holy shiiit!
Lynch shuddered as the pressure on his soul instantly vanished.
'That voice... It's my dear Elegy! She's here!'
To be honest, his feelings toward this Demigod from the Netherworld had always been extremely complicated.
He was afraid of her coming, yet he was also afraid of her not coming. But what he feared most was her showing up and running wild.
But regardless, in this desperate moment, with the Demon Refining Lord's projection bearing down on them, hearing that lazy yet familiar voice gave Lynch an overwhelming sense of security. He even felt a warmth spread through his chest.
Almost at the same instant, the Angel Statue in Avril's hand erupted with light.
The next moment, a brilliant radiance shot straight toward the heavens.
A slender, winged figure, wreathed in flowing Holy Light, rapidly coalesced within the radiance and descended, positioning itself before Avril.
It was Lynch's "old acquaintance," the Grant Clan's contracted Guardian Angel—Mijanar.
