Chapitre 255: Chapter 238 Angels

Lyle felt there must be something wrong with this cross.

Looking at the Phoebe Cross he was clenching in his hand and the Silver Knight armor that appeared before him, Karen had found him one day after Lyle's arrival in the Holy City Lokarot. At that time, Lyle had uncovered the ugly truth beneath the Holy City's grandeur and had begun to feel weary and disillusioned with the fake city, so he had spent the entire day in his inn room without leaving. Medusa had become the one he confided in, listening like a tender older sister to Lyle's complaints about the dissonance between his inner ideals and the harsh realities, and gradually, Lyle had gotten used to the feeling of her coiled around his neck and her whispers in his ear. As for Nia, she was not interested in Lyle's complaints; she lay on the window, watching the giant Holy Cross on top of the church all day and night as if it were a huge glowing toy.