Angel’s encouragement made the black and white maids’ eyes light up; if the Dalmatian truly didn’t want to leave, there was nothing they could do, but if Sir Shava directed it, the outcome would be different.
The Dalmatian rubbed its head against Angel’s neck, whimpering in reluctance.
Angel: "Don’t forget our agreement, we’ll meet again. So, you should go home."
The gentle persuasion made the Dalmatian stop its actions and reluctantly lower its head.
Seeing the Dalmatian lower its head, the black and white maids knew their goal was accomplished, and their eyes showed more gratitude when they looked at Angel.
Although the Dalmatian agreed to go back, it didn’t leap from Angel’s arms but instead turned to bark fiercely at the black and white maids.
The domineering expression was completely different from its demeanor toward Angel.
The black and white maids weren’t bothered by the Dalmatian’s attitude and nodded respectfully: "We understand."
Angel looked puzzled at the black and white maids, what did they understand? Wasn’t the Dalmatian’s barking meaningless?
While Angel was puzzled, the opposite black and white maids slowly separated, the black maid’s left hand glowed with black light, the white maid’s right hand with white light, and as the black and white glows reached their peak, they pushed the beams toward the center simultaneously.
At the convergence point of black and white, smoke began to churn, while the power furnaces under the black and white maids’ skirts roared.
Amid the rolling smoke, an iron-clad door built of steel and gears slowly rose.
When the door fully ascended, a booming sound was heard, and the doors swung open.
Behind the door was a red-hued sky.
And beneath the sky was a plateau that Angel was extremely familiar with.
Pamiji Plateau!
To be precise, it was the center of the Pamiji Plateau. From here, you could even vaguely see the location of the Star Pond Ruins.
When the door was opened, the black and white maids each stood on one side of the gate, bending gracefully in a bow, welcoming the return of the Dalmatian with such a ceremony.
"The door is open, you should go back now too," Angel patted the Dalmatian.
The Dalmatian turned its head towards Angel and whimpered, full of reluctance.
Angel sighed, just about to say something when he felt a scrutinizing gaze from the side. Turning slightly, he found the Observer watching him with a strange expression.
Without a doubt, the Observer had many questions he wanted to ask. However, Angel probably couldn’t answer them.
Feeling the Observer’s gaze, Angel suddenly had a thought.
"I’ll take you to the Xinnai Land, I need to visit the Pamiji Plateau anyway," Angel coughed twice, speaking in a slightly unnatural tone.
The Dalmatian raised its head, its eyes shining brightly.
"Let’s go, I’ll see you off for the last stretch," Angel said, then turned to look at the Observer.
The Observer was also watching him.
Angel gave him a slight nod as a gesture of respect. Then, with a subtle motion of his hand, a letter bearing the Nightmare Illusion Breath appeared in his palm.
As soon as the envelope appeared, small white wings sprouted from it, fluttering in the air before landing in the Observer’s hand.
Angel signaled with his eyes: The answers you seek are in the envelope.
The Observer pocketed the envelope without immediately checking it, instead observing Angel as he held the Dalmatian, walking into the peculiar steel door.
After Angel and the Dalmatian left, the black and white maids did not linger and entered the gate as well. As they departed, the door vanished swiftly like a bubble illusion.
If it weren’t for the lingering pungent smell in the air, everything that had just happened would seem like a mirage.
...
After the steel door disappeared, the Observer kept watching where it had vanished, his expression thoughtful.
Those two women... their scent and energy aura, upon reflection, seemed to carry the essence of that world.
Earlier, he had been speculating about where the Dalmatian, which seemed like a Void Demon King, had emerged from. From the words of those two women, he seemed to have an answer.
If it truly was that world, its terrifying power would indeed be explained.
After all, even in the Origin World, that world is considered taboo.
However, while the source of the Dalmatian might have an answer, the doubts about Angel remained unsolved.
Previously, he speculated that Angel might be under the Dalmatian’s command, but now it seemed he was mistaken.
Angel was not only close to the Dalmatian, but those two evidently powerful women also showed respect towards Angel. This was very peculiar.
He knew Angel might have inherited some knowledge from that world, but knowledge is one thing; status and identity are another matter entirely.
Clearly, Angel’s identity was unusual in the eyes of those two women and the Dalmatian.
Lady Shava? Angel? Strange.
The Observer shook his head. Since he couldn’t figure it out, he decided to see what Angel had to say. He lowered his head and looked at the envelope in his hand.
However, just as he was about to open the envelope, a sonic boom suddenly tore through the Void.
So lively today?
The Observer frowned and looked up, seeing two robed wizards appearing in the sky.
They were members of the Extreme Sect who had been tracking the black and white maids earlier.