Angel Remiller, clad in a white robe and holding scriptures, declined others' invitations and walked slowly to a corner of the gathering.
There, someone was admiring the carvings on the wall.
The carvings depicted a scene of angels fighting demons, and his gaze rested on one particular angel.
That was an angel who delivered messages on the battlefield.
Although her status was low, having specific duties meant her name was known to countless people.
"The Messenger who controls dreams and thunder, a Constant Attendant beside the seven Great Angels, the Angel Remiller who brings sleep."
Carl's voice was slow:
"I never thought such a being could reside in the human world."
"I remember you." Remiller spoke:
"The Wizard Apprentice beside Catherine. But I heard you already went to that Wizard World, how come you've returned?"
"I grew old, missed my hometown, so I came back." Carl turned, looking at the other, furrowing his brows instinctively:
"Such great hostility…"
