"Why is there a hellish aura here?"
Instead of answering Noah's question, Ophelia sniffed, her brow furrowed, and her eyes showed unabashed disgust.
"There's something wrong with your perception."
Noah directly concluded, then retorted,
"Why do you think I could harbor devils here?"
"But I clearly sensed an aura from hell."
The angel glanced at the spot where Wayne had stood,
"And it stayed here for quite a while."
"That was Tifflin."
Noah didn't even bother to lift his head, speaking with great assurance,
"Your head's got issues, want me to check it for you?"
"No, my perception is fine, it's definitely the aura of a high-ranking hellish lord."
Ophelia frowned, but quickly solidified her belief, confident in her judgment.
"Are you here just to pick a fight with me?"
The Golden Dragon raised his head, his shining dragon eyes fixated on the angel, who appeared unchanged from decades before.
