- A couple of hundred years? - Annette repeats unexpectedly loudly, making everyone startled. Toth frowns and sighs, annoyed. Seraphiel turns around and looks at her, threateningly.
- Ahem. As I was saying - continues the bird-man with his high-pitched voice - I remember writing something about it. Your brother hasn't been able to decipher it, but...
- Before he finishes his sentence, Seraphiel narrows her eyes suspiciously, stepping back a few paces and unfurling her wings, hiding Alucard from view.
- Lharagor od ècnahs' vèmám od acrozi, Seraphiel.
- Tabaori od noib arm, Miguel.
The young woman mutters, clearly disgusted. Behind them appears a young, strong angel with white skin and blue eyes, curly blond hair, delicate features, large white wings, and golden armor.
- I see you've brought... Friends - Miguel comments. Although his voice is soft and effeminate, everyone senses the veiled threat beneath his words, like the hiss of a snake.
- It's the group that fought against Sekhmet. If it's their fate to face her, I won't be the one to stop it.
The golden angel stands in front of his sister, who slightly lowers her head but maintains eye contact.
- But there aren't just humans here, am I wrong? - again, his voice sounds threatening as he gently strokes the hilt of his sword.
- It's Alucard, brother, he has proven to be trustworthy. He's not a danger to us.
- He's a beast, sister. He's not even of pure blood, just a wretched spawn of a vampire.
Alucard frowns, but Seraphiel keeps him imprisoned within her wings. The young woman clenches her fists, but she still keeps her head down, although her eyes drip with hatred.
- Enough already, brother, there's no need...
- You can try to argue with me if you wish. Even though I can prove that I am still more powerful than you, I don't think you want to face me here - Miguel smiles with an air of superiority and bends down to his sister's ear - and I don't think your new friends would like to see that side of you, don't you think?
- Miguel, Seraphiel, that's enough! - Uriel's voice thunders - You are in a place of study and meditation, not in a tavern!
Miguel straightens up and gives one final smirk to the young woman, who looks at him with disgust as she follows him with her eyes while he leaves, still protecting Alucard with her black wings. When she finally loses sight of him, Seraphiel folds her wings and lets out a cry of frustration.
- That spoiled brat! - Uriel smiles patiently.
- He's your older brother, Sera. You owe him respect.
- I'm fed up with His Golden Locks Angelicness - she protests, rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh.- Uriel smiles and pats her head in a paternal gesture.
- You'll be as strong as him soon, you'll see.
After another sigh, the girl looks at Toth, who seems offended by the confrontation.
- Excuse us, Great Scribe. We need to know what you wrote, time is pressing, and we must defeat the Beast before it does more harm.
- Ahem, ahem. Yes, yes, of course. As I was saying, there is a record about it. Do you want to hear it?
- Please, Great Guardian. Exarp loncho od ethamz.
The woman bows again, glancing sideways at her brother, who smiles again like a father to his mischievous daughter.
- The text reads as follows: In the moment where the earthly and the eternal converge, a winged being will be revealed a secret that overwhelms. The eternal ancestral and his liberator, The Beast and its traitor, an inevitable encounter in a battle submerged in pain. In the mirror of ambivalent feeling, both loss and present redemption are reflected. Another ethereal being among shadows, chaos its artifice, who weaves deceit in this dark building? In the tapestry of intertwined destiny and souls, lurks the one who craftily lays ambushes. You who desire the power of whom the fire wields. Can you decipher this enigma before the final day ends?
The group looks at each other, not understanding. Uriel smiles patiently and opens his arms, inviting them to follow him.
- Don't worry, you'll have time to think about it. In the meantime, sister, Raphael is here, he'll be glad to see you.
- Adrian, I'm sorry about Miguel, I didn't...
- Your brother is a cretin - responds the dhampir, with a reassuring smile.
- And a big one - adds Annette.
- He deserves a good beating - Richter comments, while the rest laugh.
Mizrak seems surprised by what's happening around him.
- I didn't know an angel could be so...
- Idiot? Resentful? Rude? Oh, yes, Miguel has it all. But he also has more power than me and the Flaming Sword, so... - the black-winged angel shrugs resignedly.
- But you're much smarter and faster than him, sister - Uriel pats her head again.
- Well, it's not hard to be smarter than him, brother...
* Lharagor od ècnahs' vèmám od acrozi- I'm glad to see you again.
* Tabaori od noib arm= I wish I could say the same.
* Exarp loncho od ethamz = Knowledge and wisdom are power.
Miguel: .
