“Master!” Mona shot to her feet, sensing the surging holy power in her body. She was so overjoyed that her eyes brimmed with tears.0

Other than the initial pain when her thoughts were divided, the process of forming a contract was delightful, as if she were hovering in the air and lying on warm clouds. The heavenly sensation was addictive.0

The wings behind her back were entirely different from the ones conjured with holy light. It wasn’t energy, but it wasn’t a physical manifestation, either. She couldn’t quite put the strange feelings into words just yet; she only knew for certain that the wings were just like her limbs, which she could conjure any time and manipulate at will.0

Gunther looked at the stigma on the back of Mona’s hand and then at the Sacred Tome of Golden Law. With a smile, he asked Wayne, “Venerable Angel, are you not going to say somethin...0