97 Hope.

Elyon had an unpleasant look in his eyes as he watched Engel approach him and plonk himself on a sofa, and he took a seat by his side.

He turned sideways to Engel. "We shouldn't have woken her up." He said.

"Scared of a little human?" Engel picked up a book on the side stool and flipped through it.

"She's barely human."

"Then what exactly is she?" Engel asked as he continued looking through the book. It was a book about faith. He took a glance at Elyon before returning his attention to the book. The man was reading a book about faith. Interesting.

Elyon sighed. "I don't know, but whatever they made her isn't fit to stay here. She reeks of pain and-"

"Darkness." Engel added.

"Exactly! She's like a wanderer, aimlessly wandering Engel, and that isn't good." Elyon told him.

Engel turned and met the man's eyes. "And what exactly is good and evil?" He asked, while he kept flipping through the book.