"Shameless! Brazen! Who do you think caused me to end up like this? Don't you have any idea?"
In front of his peers, Archangel Hexuno experienced social death, utterly embarrassed, as he telepathically cursed at Mister Wayne.
Seeing him so smug, even a bit pleased, the fire in his heart flared, yearning to slice him in half with a sword.
Before he could act on it, he suddenly remembered that this person is the Saint Heir; even if she's gone, the Saint Heir must remain unharmed.
There were incessant wails at the time.
Mister Wayne nearly died laughing, telling Hexuno not to mute himself and to connect to the team voice chat, whether Archangel Hexuno could stay pure today depended on their collaboration.
"But you're not pure either..."
Hexuno felt a pang of sorrow inside, among the angels, such matters were about instant compatibility, and without either him or Wayne, it couldn't be completed; continuing to resist was meaningless.
