At this moment, time seemed to freeze.
Or rather, a terrifying oppression akin to solidifying time descended upon the space, causing Emily's skin to prickle with goosebumps.
She had already received news from Morimoto Chiyoda, knowing that the Holy Lord had left the residence.
The appearance of this monster, transformed by the Holy Lord, here indicated that the Holy Lord was nearby.
Yet she clung to a glimmer of hope, unwilling to acknowledge that possibility.
Emily's heart felt as if it was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and her small hands clenched instinctively.
In her wide-eyed stare, an inhuman figure descended from the sky onto the river's surface.
His presence abruptly halted the advancing shadow soldiers.
Emily felt a chill seep into her heart as if the color drained from her lips; she hadn't imagined she'd ever face such an important day.
If this were a book, it would probably be titled "Those Years, Crazy for My Yandere Angel Envoy"
