Two days later, the second underground level of the ruins.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, accompanied by a rich milk scent wafting through the air.
Angel, who had been hunched over researching, sniffed the air inquisitively and raised his head to look towards the door of the study.
In less than two seconds, a knock sounded at the door.
Angel frowned, retracting the green patterns that pulsated on his right eye, right hand, and right forearm, then he covered the handbook on the table with a magazine before speaking, "Please come in."
The lock on the door automatically disengaged.
A petite figure pushed the door open, carrying a strangely shaped plate, and walked in.
Angel lifted his head and looked at the newcomer.
