"Quite a welcome," Savine commented. "Well, let's not keep His Majesty waiting."
It was quite the sight, Savine walking down the street with an entourage so menacing. It felt like she was in a movie of some sorts, with a thousand guns were being pointed at her head.
And surprisingly, in all her years as an angel, no such thing ever happened to her before. In most of the worlds, her fame as an angel was usually well-established. Everyone knew the futility of standing against her.
But these people, they actually thought they were doing something here.
'I never understood why so many angels like to keep their identity secret… this must be it.'
Feeling her ego swelling with each step, Savine eventually found her way to the palace. Unlike before, where she had to go around searching for an entrance, this time, there really was no confusion.