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Private reception room, Buckingham Palace.
Auriel sat behind the desk as if he owned the place, a map of Londan spread before him. He marked on the map to divide the city into seven search zones, one for each of the reincarnated angels. It would be more efficient that way.
The question was how to assign the angel.
He hesitated, speculating about whether the Anointed One would turn out to be a noble or a beggar living off a noble. If he were a dockworker from the bottom of society, and Auriel assigned Hesione the more marginalized, impoverished area, wouldn’t he be handing the Anointed One to her?
That could never happen.
Perhaps he had been spending too much time around Mikhael, or perhaps he had contracted the ailment of arrogance, Auriel had a habit of putting himself in the role of a leader.
For example, Buckingham Palace was the most exalted location in Londan, so he had no intention of leaving after coming here. He treated it as his personal imperial retreat, as if only a palace befitted his station as a resting place.
On the sofa across from the desk sat Gerar and Vilkul, who had returned after receiving the summons, and Hesione sat on their right. Hestia, Olga, and...
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