Angel's response was a cold glance from Fafnir.
At the same time, an unwarranted gust of wind chafed his cheeks.
Angel sighed inwardly, he wasn't saying that Fafnir couldn't follow him, in fact, he very much hoped she would accompany him, given that Fafnir's combat power was evident. With Fafnir's menacing strength, common riffraff wouldn't dare to provoke them.
Yet, Fafnir seemed to have no intention of accompanying him, merely following at a distance. Even if Angel encountered danger, she would only watch coldly from afar.
Angel was somewhat baffled by what Fafnir truly meant.
Did she want to see how an ant struggled to survive in the Abyss? Or perhaps, was she planning to write a "Human Observation Diary"?
No matter how much he grumbled inwardly, he received no answers. Angel could only shake his head and continue to walk forward, if Fafnir was going to follow, then let her follow. After all, she wasn't about to kill him now, was she?