"It seems, the Angel of the Witch Church, has already been detained?" Levi looked at the elderly man and asked softly.
"Temporarily detained, but her condition is somewhat problematic, probably not easy to interrogate," the elderly man raised his head, put away the watering can in his hand, smiled and gazed at Levi, "You're more persistent than I imagined."
"I still want to know, who was the figure that split the barrier that night," Levi slowly moved forward, walked beside the elderly man, and looked at the greenery in the garden, "At that time he was shrouded in mist, I couldn't see his appearance clearly. His strength was too powerful, far beyond the scope of an Angel."
Outside had been covered with falling snow, but in this garden, delicate flowers continued to bloom, like in spring.
"Some mysteries," the elderly man withdrew his gaze, rasping as he spoke, "don't necessarily need to know the answer immediately."
