"Can you see what's happening to him?" Staring for a moment in the direction the pumpkin carriage had disappeared, Philo still couldn't feel at ease. He turned his head and asked Angel.
Angel nodded but didn't answer. A black Magic Book had suddenly appeared on her lap. She rubbed it with her right hand for a moment, then shook her head. "I can't see."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "My power is too weak right now. It isn't enough to probe matters related to a Demon God, to say nothing of the other powers he possesses besides that of the Demon God."
Hearing this, Philo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, even though he had expected as much. He didn't doubt her, however. He simply nodded, as he had great trust in Angel.
And so they sat. One drank milk while gazing in the direction Isaac had gone; the other quietly stroked the Magic Book on her lap, her expression serene and unreadable.
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