The former enemy appeared within his mind, without a physical form, untouchable, yet this once-angel would certainly not remain idle inside Lyle's body. After such a long time, the dormant enemy surfaced again—would he bring revenge, or something far more perilous? However, Lyle remained indifferent to it all.
"Mr. Gallaron, are you my enemy?" The sun shone warmly, a gentle breeze blew, and the lighthearted atmosphere left no room for tension to take hold. Most importantly, Lyle couldn't sense any hostility. He effortlessly accepted the reality of the Blood Angel's cohabitation within his body, his beating heart continuing to pump its usual supply of blood.
[I was killed, my independent existence eradicated—do you think that's not enough to make me angry?]
Lyle saw the Specter Maid feeding the Mercury Snake by the lakeside. Bathed in sunlight, the spiritual entity and the alchemical creation shimmered with a glass-like texture, appearing remarkably beautiful.
