Molly: "..."
"Do you have any booze?"
With a blank expression, Molly shook her head.
"Oh, that's really too bad, I have so many stories to share."
Yi Lin did not explain the origin of Nightmare to Molly.
After all, he couldn't.
The moment he even slightly entertained the thought of "revealing secrets," the Death Mark would torment him so painfully he wished he didn't exist.
Depending on the location of each person's Death Mark, every Angel Envoy had different sensations.
But leaving Nightmare here was still acceptable.
In his unique way, Yi Lin explained to Molly his reason for temporarily keeping the transforming motorcycle here.
Molly understood.
So it was for her research.
Molly walked around Nightmare a few times, pulling out a wrench and tapping a few times on its armor.
Clang, clang, clang, clang——
Nightmare: "..."
"Can it be dismantled?"
"This, probably not?"
Yi Lin hesitated, unsure himself.
Nightmare: "...?"