With those words, Angel clutched the Magic Book and, to everyone's astonishment, rose from her wheelchair!
Her white dress swayed gently in the night wind. At a glance, she was the very picture of a pure Elf, standing serenely on the street, a sight that seemed to bring solace to the very soul...
...Like hell!
'Why can she stand?!'
Aside from the three summoned Servant Demons, the hearts of the other three men felt as if they had been plunged into an icy abyss, a bone-chilling cold piercing them to the core!
The intelligence provided by the Eldest Princess had clearly stated that Angel's legs were crippled, her Magic Scripture was sealed, and aside from being a Master of Evil Spirits, she knew no other Magic!
But now, the very first goddamn piece of intel was wrong!
'Then the other two...'
At this thought, the three men tightened their grips on their longswords. A wave of anxiety washed over them; they had never felt the night wind be so bone-chillingly cold.
"GULP~"
