Chapter 110: Golden Empire

"Don't pay attention to them, they're a bit crazy," Seraphine said disdainfully, glancing ahead as she flew forward.

"They don't seem as crazy as you say..." For example, that angel over there—beautiful appearance, sharp jawline, and serene eyes—was sitting calmly. His eyes were a pure white, just like his four wings behind him. He wore a white robe, and if you told me anything... it would be that this angel was holding a bottle that appeared to be wine. His cheeks were red, and he was surrounded by other angels. They all seemed drunk, every single one of them absolutely stunning.

"Trust me, madness comes with the years. Boredom is the worst thing that can exist—it gives rise to many strange things: fetishes or odd behaviors." She glanced over her shoulder at the group. One of them was smoking some sort of golden stick. But following Seraphine's logic, she herself must be much crazier than those poor angels, being a million-year-old being.